~luckystar718

"I hate broccoli, and yet, in a certain sense, I am broccoli." - The Tick

Just replace the word broccoli with my school's name, or the phrase "my school's ChemE department" and that's how I feel right now.

I just think about the events that transpired in my CHE classes last spring, all the trouble I had with my fluids professor, and then about what transpired over Easter break, and I wonder . . .

Even if I can come back to ChemE, will I be welcomed back, or will I just be the uninvited guest? I hope the Dean will have my back on this, because I don't know if the chairman will. New chairman is a young fella who has no qualms about underage drinking and has supposedly been known to play Beer Pong with students, so God knows his opinion on marijuana. He was also the guy who kicked me out in the first place.

Man if it was still Bob, he'd kick it old-school and yell at my fluids professor like "No way in hell is some goddamn pot-head gonna be working under the same roof as me! Get the hell outta here!" And then he'd light a good old-fashioned manly cigarette and puff away like a real hard-working American. In my fantasy world, at least. Oh and then he'd apologize to me and respect me for being an honest student and not a pot-head.

He was some character. A character with character. Any man who could bring my thermo teacher to tears must truly be a man worth crying for. I hope he didn't spin too much in his grave when the news broke.

I might actually get an A in thermo. Too bad it's a repeat class.