Wizard Lab of the Lab Wizard

four straight hours of class on a saturday is far too much.

it's like, a pre-emptive remedial class. that i could not test out of. that is going over incredibly basic skills. that were the focus of my undergraduate degree. i am in hell.

steamed hams but instead it's "steamed grams" (grammers) and instead of Skinner and Chalmers it's Skinner and Chomsky

SIX-FOLD MOTION "VIBRATION OF ERROR"

if a slimegirl was really mad at you I think she'd go on a several-minute-long rant about how you screwed up, then drink a bunch of water and ask if she's made herself clear

because. because she's diluted now

sometimes conversations are a bit like dragon ball

Connect three houses to water, gas, and electricity.

i took elvish in school and i fucking hated it. the teacher was like 700 years old and he'd like take us on field trips to sit on the banks of babbling brooks and watch the fall of sunlight through the leaves. my friends in spanish class were like conjugating verbs and shit and meanwhile i was in an old-growth forest being overcome with awe at the sight of a majestic stag. like uhh yeah mr autumnheart when are we gonna learn like any grammar "listen to the murmur of the wind in the treetops, and you shall find the grammar you seek" like fuck dude your pedagogy leaves much to be desired