4/18/2011

E.G.---

E.G. "I am yawning so much because I need more oxygen."

B.B. "I am sucking up all your oxygen."

E.G. "I need you to be a tree instead."

B.B. "I am the anti-tree."

A.J.---

To J.F. after she stole his gouda. "You should never touch a man's cheese."

J.F. "That is what my mom told me."

J.F---

"Don't read my love letter to Dr. B. (one of our professors) " <--A.J. Trying to read her email (she is trying to get a student research grant)

A.J. "Are you going to carbon copy G.L.?" <--Her BF

A.J.---

"Ok. I can post this now, J.F. Is gone, so nothing funny will happen."

K.B.---

A recurring theme:

We take lunch in the basement of one of our class buildings. The story above us has a hallway that is open to where we eat. *see picture* (A long explanation I know.) On the upper floor there is an office we affectionately call "The Candy Office" People when walking by occasionally throw candy down to us, now K.B. begs in a booming voice.

"SKY CANDY!!!!"