End of the quarter

I'm try as hard as I can to be pleasant in my classes. I make eye contact with my professors, and I smile if they tell a joke--no matter how bad it might be. If I see them in office hours, I tell them thank you.

I'm not sure if this could be construed as creepy. My history professor leaned over to her T.A. one day and asked, "Who's that girl with the purple hair?" Probably she wanted to know what was up with the crazy girl who sits there and smiles at her while she's lecturing. But anyway.

On the last day of class, my comp. lit. professor pulled me aside and told me that it was a pleasure to have me in class.







_{The moral of this story is dye your hair purple.}

im liking the moral haha
you go into this whole story and the moral is to dye your hair hahaha (and this is supposed to be laughing...ummm...looks more like hes trying to wiggle his nonexistant nose and wiggling its lip )

-wiggles-