... Ghostbusters?! (Actually, that looks more like a... terrorist-mobile.)
Today my Fiction Writing professor told us that his 8th grade science teacher was a serial killer. Then we wrote a story about a decapitated monkey. What a morbid kind of day.
At least my lucky socks worked for my World History quiz. 100% man, 100%. I wasn't wearing them today, though, so the guy who sits in front of me caught me doodling bees in my notebook and I felt kind of dumb. Hey, bees have everything to do with Marxism. Hives, and all that. Same thing.
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