Sometimes all you need for the world to seem alright is a ride on a bicycle, with sunlight playfully blinding your eyes, gentle wind stealing the sweat from your forehead, while Rabbi is singing about Bullah's identity crisis.
And then you reach the class to find that the professor didn't show up.
2 comments:
I haven't heard that song in ages. Good stuff.
And sometimes you stay up all night making a stupid presentation for the next afternoon, wake up late and miss the morning classes, leave early from awesome Portuguese lunch at your friend's place because you do not want to be late for your presentation, and then find out that your prof didn't show up.
Oh and nice blog, btw :)
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