Blow to the ego

Yesterday I had the honor of losing a chess game, totally sober, to an Arab guy who had drunk a bottle of wine beforehand. Of course I insisted on a rematch, and I won, but I'm still rather shamed.

I still love my foreign policy class, but if the same three girls sit in front of me and whisper constantly yet again, I'm going to beat them with my notepad. Seriously, that's what you get for allowing Nativ kids (Nativ is a program for recent high school graduates who haven't been to college yet) into an upper-division class. Some of them are perfectly mature, but for the most part they're notorious around the campus for acting like five-year olds. No kidding, they rip up paper in class to pass notes to each other, they're that annoying. Marianne snarked at them to go back to junior high. I prefer the physical approach, and I've got a feeling our professor isn't far from agreeing with me.

Bit of an unannounced classmate rant there. Now I sound like a gossip too. Great.