So after work today i run up four flights of stairs to get to her door and see a note saying that she will be back in an hour. Dissappointed i sit outside and like any self-respecting philosopher who has just finished the novel he has just read, i begin reading an article on the existence of numbers. Transaitive and intransitive counting… enjoyable..

All the same she comes up laughing with a friend and sees me and states, “Ahhh i didn’t think you’d show up…” like i going to miss this right? So she says come in and i sit in her office and we chat for what seems like 5 seconds about how i can still do very well if i memorize the vocabulary neccessary. I nod and smile.

She says, “well i have to go to a meeting so… ” i get up zip my bag up where i was showing her my test btw, and as i’m walking down the hall she accuses me of stealing her keys. I turn around saying i don’t have them… and begin turning my pockets inside out and she says, “I had them when i came in here because i had to lock the door where are my keys?” I’m like shit if i know…. i point to a set of keys on her desk say politely could those be the keys? she says no no no…. those aren’t them… (meanwhile i’m watching her jump up and down searching the room and waving a set of keys around.. i’m thinking… this is insane…) not to mention she keeps demanding i search my bookbag… so i finally succumb to the idea that maybe i put them in my bag.. however fucking insane that idea is..

After unpacking all my shit she acknowledges that she is holding her keys… and pushes me outside her office with all my books in my hands…. then runs off to the elevator… i’m thinking as i stand in the hall attempting to put the books in my booksack with one hand how fucking sureal that experience was…

then i go upstairs and begin a night of debate…

We debate about the existence of God. Just in case your curious, his existence is still in doubt…

all the same.. she is freaking insane…