As a kid, when my dad was really angry he would take his belt, fold it in two, and whip both sides together to make this loud snapping sound while chasing me. When I was 8 that śhit was fücking scary and now that I'm 18 the idea of it kind of turns me on, whew, is it Monday already
mess, so a couple of people I know were going to file a formal grievance against a professor (that I have had) over his racist and xenophobic comments in class, but apparently it fell through and basically nothing happened.
It's kind of a mess how seniority can help certain people slide through like that. I have one required course I have to take and of course he teaches like half the sections of it. Really hoping that I can get into a different section because I'd rather not be in his class again.
have you seen my taste 