Dear Hangover~
I had a friend, who had never been to Madison, come and stay with me Thursday night. At 7:15 a.m. Friday I saw him leave my room and I thought he was going to the bathroom. I left at 7:30 a.m. for my class and he still hadn't returned, but I thought nothing of it. When I came back from my class at 10:30 a.m. I saw him wandering around the lakeshore courtyard area with no shoes on. He then told me that he must have been sleepwalking and had woken up in Frank's Place sitting at a table at about 9:30 a.m. He didn't know where he was or where my room was because he didn't even remember going to my room when we came home the night before.
Sincerely,
Sleep is underrated
Dear Hangover ~
I am in Italian 101 this semester. It's a pretty fun class, but I have a hard time learning from the textbook. Friday in class, we had this evaluation-type scenario. The head of the Italian department came in and we were to discuss, in Italian of course, what we thought about the class curriculum. Eventually we got around to talking about the textbook and the whole class was railing on it. We talked about how the examples were horrible, how the conjugation process was not explained at all and that we never read it because we felt it did not help us learn anything. Someone even made a joke about pooping on it and throwing it in the lake. 'I've never had a problem with a book like this before,' I said in Italian. 'Why the hell is the school using this one'? The head of the department paused for a moment and replied, 'Because I wrote it.'
Sincerely,
Eating my words ... with spaghetti sauce.
Dear Hangover~
My night started by drinking a bit too much in an apartment and then getting into a bar on State Street. After I left the bar, I apparently stripped down to my boxers in front of Hall numerous times while shouting, 'We're going streaking!' The next morning I woke up ,still drunk, in a hotel in the outskirts of Madison and didn't remember how I got there. I spent the rest of the day washing the cuts and scrapes on my face from falling onto the sidewalk one too many times.
Sincerely,
Not in Kansas anymore
A note to faithful Badger fans of all ages:
If your friends wander like zombies
Be sure to lock the door
Streaking is funny
And ... aren't most books a bore?!
