so this past week was filled with studying, studying, and studying. when i wasnt studying, i was busy studying. needless to say, i didnt get a chance to update you on my trivial joys, triumphs, hardships, and woes. i would like to take this opportunity to fill you in on the highlights of the previous week (in no particular order):

friday:
retaking the analysis of functions test was an incredibly wonderful idea.

tuesday:
"we should have a free day."
"free day? free week."
"i concur."

tuesday:
"mrs. pardo, i dont understand: review and asses...?"
"review and assess."

sometime a few months before last week:
"do you have any broaches?"
"broaches? im afraid im not sure what a broach is, maam."
"HA, HA, HA, HA, H- a pin."

saturday:
"hey, barbie. plans have changed. would you like to go to hell?"

sometime that was neither this week nor last:
jim to ricky, on why ricky should not try to pull jims "hey, you have something on your shirt. hyoooo!" stunt: "no, ricky! dont do it! shell bite you!"
me: "[bite, bite.]"
ricky: "hey. thats kind of sexy."
me: "[shuts mouth. forever.]"

another from sometime that was neither this week nor last:
graham: "hey, phil!"
phil: "."
graham: "oh. youre probably counting, arent you?"
phil: "."
graham: "ill bet youll get in trouble if you talk, because then youll mess up the beat and be screwed."
phil: "."
graham: "so basically, i could say anything i want and you cant do a thing about it."
phil: "."
sweeney: "were gonna go sit down."
graham: "bye, phil."

today:
"are you busy tomorrow?"
"no. do you want to do something?"
"yeah. i was thinking we could have lunch or brunch. something with an 'unch' in it."

wednesday:
"why are you going to hooston, doodle?"

and this concludes our broadcast day.

ps: ncyc esta mi amor.