Tonight was my last-ever B-Ray class, as well as my last-ever class with Dave. The class was boring as hell, but B-Ray is the best prof ever, so he at least keeps me awake for the most part [although less so in the past few weeks when attending class was essentially useless, since there's no final exam]. Stupid old man douchebag Peter stole my seat. Like, I've sat beside Dave every week except for the one week early on in the semester that I was late. And I know that Peter knows I sit there, because its a class of maybe 30 people, so everyone knows where everyone sits. Its not hard. So fuck you, Peter.
While I waited for the bus home, which took much longer than planned, I took this lovely picture of the new[ish, now] Desmarais building.
As well as the rainy South side of Tabaret.
When I came home, Quatchi helped me finish my iceberg poster. I'm now officially one chapter of reading away from being done my homework this semester. Awesome!