Hopefully I addressed the questions in your last post. I think we should start a Black history month tradition of getting each other gifts. It only makes sense. We've been friends for over 10 years now. That means you are a part of my life thus through commonsensical deductive reasoning, you are part of Black history too. Let's do it. The catch is the gift has to be hand-made. The hand-made gift can be representative of the hard-work and laboring of my people (too much?).
I think now is a good time to segue.
Speaking of awkward, I had my first Corporate Finance class last night. I have no business being in this class. This stuff is so over my head. I need the class to graduate so I have to take it. To add fuel to my shame the class is beyond pretentious. It almost felt couture. Students were formally introducing themselves to the professor as they walked into the class. The woman sitting in front of me had a Hermes bag that I am sure cost more than what I pay in rent for the year. My professor lectured the enitire time with a fedora on. He looked like he was going to meet the president after class. At one point he said, "It is so German to me. You know, German, the one language I don't know." People actually laughed at that. WTF! I only speak two languages English and ebonics (and I still struggle with English and don't really know ebonics). The class also has state-of-art computer equipment but you would never know because they kept everything so quaint like Sam Adams built it yesterday. Whatever. I will make it but you should know that my thursday nights are about to get real.
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