I feel like I'm pretty much constantly emailing my creative writing professor over useless silly things that don't really require emailing. Just the other day I emailed her to inform her that I couldn't take the class she's teaching next semester, and this sparked a long and utterly pointless conversation that eventually ended when she just flat out stopped responding to my emails, presumably because dammit, she had better things to do than to humor me for another hour and a half.
And tonight I emailed her to inform her that one page of the PDF we're supposed to be reading in two weeks (yes two weeks shut up) is messed up, and perhaps she ought to correct that before it's actually relevant to the class.
I'm pretty sure I've been delegated as "That Girl Who Won't Stop Emailing Me" in Dr. I's mind.
Which is okay, because she's been delegated as "That Professor Who Won't Stop Trying to Get Me to Change My Major" in my mind. An eye for an eye, Doctor.
She gets to see me for fifteen whole not-in-class minutes tomorrow, too, bless her soul. If she doesn't go mad, she's probably a saint.
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