Bar Night

Last bar night of the quarter.

Me: Hey, I'm Serge, what's your name?
Girl: Excuse me?
Me: I'm Serge, what's your name?
Girl: I'm Emma... do you go here?

At this point, Bryant (my roommate) enters the conversation and I learn the following three things:

1) She used to be in his French class
2) She's moving to my dorm next year
3) I'm not getting any

As long as we're talking about my failures, I've gotten a B+ on every single hume paper I've written all year. I find it laughable that there is no difference between a paper I write the day it's assigned and take to multiple writing tutors and a paper that I write the night before it's due. But perhaps it's a conspiracy, just like why the textbooks on campus suck (to make us smarter since we'll learn more from correcting their mistakes). Or maybe I'm just stupid.