in class

Yes, I'm in class. I hadn't pictured this scenario four months ago, but here I am, sitting in the chapel at Tyndale on a Monday night, listening to a new psychology prof. talk about fetal development. What could be better? I'm not a student (t.a.ing...), but being in this class is actually kind of fun.

Here's a sample 'story' from a frosh--- classic frosh, keeping the stereotypes up...

(about a mothers strange cravings during pregnancy).

frosh: "My mom craved Vic's when she was pregnant with my brother"
class: "vic's?'
frosh: "ya, like that Vic's Vapour rub stuff, my dad says she ate it like ice cream"
class: 'ewww'.
frosh: 'yo check this out the cool thing is that my brother's never had a cold a day in his life...'

classic.