Surprise! You Have a Final Exam Today! Smile!

That's right. I had a final today in my fiction class. Didn't know about it until prof-man announced it at the beginning in class. Wasn't in the syllabus. The prof is not normal, so much of the class laughed and assumed he was joking. Until he said start writing.

What was the final on, you ask? Well, we had to write about our desks. Describe what was on/in it. This is especially exciting for my kind: The organized clutter people. I had fun going into detail. 2 and a half handwritten pages all about my desk.

I heart that class. I heart that class strongly. If/when I grow up, I want to be a fun professor like him. Glad I'm working with him next/supposedly-this-semester for my story. I can't read the man's handwriting when he attempts to give me feedback, but it's fun none the less.