Juice Dodges Bullet Again!

Have I mentioned how terrifying our PR professor is? She is brutal and ruthless. She rips students apart and we have to step over their guts on the way out of class. I sit through class, shaking, with my stomach in knots and bile in my mouth. Matt got called on last class, and today, Geoff got called on big time. Both of them performed admirably, Geoff remarkably so, considering he hadn't even read! Matt and I attempted to feed him answers over instant messenger, since we had at least read the material, but I don't know how helpful it was. Anyway, he survived, and he did well. But I sit between those guys, and missed the bullet both times. *gulp* Will I get called on, or does she have her eyes set on a juicier target?

Speaking of juicier targets, I got a hilarious voicemail message from -s. today. In light of my pathological fear of having serious grammatical errors on my resume, she thought she'd let me know that she had just re-read her own resume, at which time she discovered a teensy little error she made in listing a documentary she had worked on--Casual Partners: Men who have Sex with Men.

Instead, she had written:
Casual Partners: Men Who Have Sex With Me.

Update:

I spoke to -s. this morning. It was even worse than I thought. The report was a part of some work she was doing on AIDS/HIV policy, and I got the title messed up. The real title was: HIV-Positive Men Who Have Sex With Me.

Oh, no. Oh, no no no no no.