On Monday the professor called us up to his desk by alphabetical order to critique our paper(s). He said I need to diverge from cryptic prose ramblings when explaining philosophical arguments. I have been sleeping in class ever since.
The restroom on the first floor was without soap. The girl rinsing her hands with hot water asked me if I wanted to go with her to a restroom on another floor to wash our hands. I had fifteen minutes before my next class so I agreed and followed her. I did not know who she was but I simulated her germaphobic neurosis up four flight of stairs. I told her about the faulty engineering on the second floor and she concurred.
"Self portrait as Bulgarian student radical"
At the campus bookstore all of my attention was focused on the textbook I had in hand so I was startled when an employee asked me if I needed help in finding anything. I shook my head no and when I saw that he was still standing there, I repeated his question aloud and shook my head no again. I walked away shaking my head no and he looked confused.