"Gaustronaut"


Sometimes you say something stupid in class. Sometimes you say something stupid that makes you bring a cake next time.

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Makayla Steiner said…
If we ever have a class together again (which is doubtful, for many, many reasons) please feel free to say those sorts of stupid things on a regular basis. :D
September 20, 2009 at 8:49 PM
Wannabe said…
I owe my class donuts. I didn't necessarily say anything stupid, but I gave them all instructions that were impossible to understand. After thirty minutes of confused looks, I promised donuts. Funny thing: the confusion immediately dispelled.
September 21, 2009 at 5:42 AM
Kjerstin Evans Ballard said…
Please tell me this story. Thanks.
September 21, 2009 at 10:56 AM
Emily said…
I'm not even sure what the "stupid" thing was that you said, but I'm very glad you brought the cake. And also very amused by how far the trails on mutual friends' blog lists can lead. (You can thank Ben for this one).
September 21, 2009 at 11:08 PM
Jennifer said…
Hey, I know that room! Oh, the joys of private funding.
September 27, 2009 at 6:31 PM
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