Abysmal

It's come to this: the end of the semester is making my big-teeth grin lopsided. Simultaneously depressed and amused, because too much work is depressing, and the unexpected, like the theatrics of a desperate teacher who resorts to wearing an ostomy bag so he can impress a certain student with his pristine 40 year old chest, is very very amusing. I've been trundling along, wondering if being chained to school is making it all seem funnier, or if it's just lowering my standards of entertainment. For example:

This is funny, right? He looks like a happy man. Who wouldn't be happy about triumphantly stripping off an outer layer to first display an amazing t-shirt that says "chocolate boy," and then reveal an ostomy bag (pouch attached to the abdomen for defecating or urinating into) that he had filled with a bit of his iced-tea during the break? But it was a little awkward and sad too. Notice the dribble of wayward tea on his leg and the "you've gone so far it's hilarious" reaction on the student-in-question's face. No, that makes if funnier. Dribble is funny.

Then it turned to lopsided as we got back to work.

Here's team AIDS-Claire, Georgia, Emily and Mike- in the basement on a Sunday afternoon.



And here we are in the park with Mammoun's falafel...before going back to work again.



*Contributing Photographer: Emily B Sneaky*