Forgive me for accientally playing footsie with you. Repeatedly. I just like to slouch.
Dear sadly inept library administration,
Please come to your senses and realize that this congested, ventless, non-air-conditioned room is full of 300 constantly buzzing eletric boxes spewing heat. Your solution of placing two fans in the back cools down the room as much as an ice cube would in a closed oven.
Dear whoever on campus is in charge of computer lab availability,
Why are there not more Macs on campus? Don't you want me to be able to do my homework? I'd appreciate it if you could fix this Mac shortage asap.
Dear creative nonfiction class,
The selections I will read tomorrow from my essays will not be very eloquent or witty or interesting. But I will bring warm cinnamon rolls, so please make me feel brilliant and original and hilarious.
Plus, some post-it advice: