My students hump the midterm. It wasn't just bad, it was historically bad. An epic humping. Two-thirds of the class got below 50 percent.

There is no way I can be mistaken for a grad student, so if he has looked at me, it can only be a challenge.

A woman that hangs out with Professor Suh is throwing books at me. It's a real shittangle.

Then I would get peals of laughter when I said: "It's Fermat's Little Theorem."

"That introduction wasn't kind." I say out loud.

I think someone is removing these researchers. Killing them off. It is worrisome.

There is no need to define truth. Analogy is sufficient, indeed it is best. Mathematical allegory brings math to the masses.

"Let us never attribute to race what is more easily explained by stature." admonished Brian, always trying to come off as the the voice of reason, but well known for his shortist prejudices.