let me tell you what i think...

let me tell you what i think...
today i was really really tired. my sleep schedule is soo messed up and i haven't been able to get a good night's sleep since break ended. today, in my art history class, i was fairly certain i was just going to relaax and nap it out. to my surprise/pleasure we were watching a film today. booost. something about buddha. slept through that. i've developed the sleeping sitting up technique pretty well. i think this was because while taking music 102 last year, listening to music in class first thing in the morning is not good for waking you up. i got pretty good at sitting up and falling asleep.
BUT! gilman hall is where my art history class is. i'll finish this thought in a bit. after the movie i was awoken by the person next to me. thanks david. we were filling out the course evaluation sheets that you fill out at the end of semester to express your thoughts of the class. now i thought this class was boring. but i did end up learning stuff. i found myself pointing out things i learned, ex. architecture on buildings in movies and whatnot. eh still a very boring class. why do you think i was planning on sleeping during it?
so this class is in gilman hall, as stated earlier, what a terrible auditorium. its actually a chemistry lecture hall, but we cram 250 art students in there to look at slides of pottery. booorrring. fog horn. boooorrring. not like digging a hole in the ground. the seats are terrible too. they are mounted to the floor. the desks are ridiculously close together. it gets so hot in there. i feel like i am rubbing shoulders with the person next to me. i can't sit comfortably there. but my expertise in sit sleeping allows me to sleep anyways. but my chair still hurt my butt. it's also too dark to take notes in there. it's also dirty and there's this loud sound that pounds in the back of class everyday. i don't know if it's a door slamming our two walruses jack-hammering a concrete sculpture of jeff goldblum. seriously this place sucks. and i let them know what i thought about it. the class... not great but not bad. the classroom... hated it. there was a sheet to write your thoughts. and i filled it up ranting about the badness. some people threw it away and some people drew pictures and turned them in. i let gilman have it. sorry gilman. you need a make over.
let me tell you what i think...
what has happened to thoughts of isaac o. strohman. i'm not seeing any thoughts anymore. i thought there were supposed to be thoughts. case in point, tired tuesday. ya don't be telling me about spell check.