Chaotic Venting – Part I

A thought just ventured into my head while I was in my Intl. Business class. I remembered something I always wanted to do – to pick a person, or people on the street and follow them around, to their home, school, work, etc. – to experience a day in their life.

It reminds of this one provocative photographer – Diane Arbus – She took pictures of the most eccentric people, she went to their homes, and sometimes lived with them.

The profefssor in my Intl. Business class is hilariously and monotonously loud. You can literally hear her high-pitched vocals all the way at down the corridor at the entrance of the building. Osama and I actually had to change our seats to the other opposite side of where she stands lecturing. We can’t even sit in the back because even the projections she shows us are oddly blurred (and yes, we did make sure that it wasn’t our deteriorating eyesight).

And then, in my Info Systems for Managers class – I sit right at the front, literally the first row. The professor actually thinks that he’s so funny. He is – but only a fraction of the time.
For that reason, I could swear that he is probably a cancerian. If not, then maybe a Taurus.