America makes me weep

I'm currently watching the season premiere of American Idol.

It's excruciating.

Why do I do this to myself?

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In other news, today was the first day of classes for Semester #2. The Gang of 100 descended once again upon The Duck, in all our student glory -- backpacks brimming with newly bought school supplies, laptops at the ready, Harvard Business Review articles freshly printed, crinkled copies of the Wall Street Journal clutched in our eager hands. We hugged, traded vacation stories, and then got ready for business and headed into class.

Our professor never showed up.

You think I'm kidding. But I'm not. Actually, her absence fueled rumors that she doesn't actually exist. At the time of this writing, we have not received a book list for the class and have not seen any evidence on the school's online "blackboard" that we're actually taking this class. Now, in light of this, I wanted to conduct an experiment. What if we just kept showing up for class at the alotted time and didn't say anything to anyone? How long would it really take for a school administrator to notice? We could even complain about the class workload in the halls, strategically within hearing distance of the administration. It could have been a study in group conspiracy. But no, we have mature people in The G Unit and someone went to dig up the truth. Turns out, the professor thought the class was taking place on Thursday.

I wonder if this happens at Harvard ....