I've noticed that one or more of my roommates doesn't see the point in washes the backside or outside or end of dishes. I get that you aren't eating from the opposite side of a plate and that you aren't putting the handle-end of a fork in your mouth, but c'mon people. I don't want to innocently pick up a plate and get spaghetti sauce or soggy vegetables on my hands. Also. Rinsing something does not make some clean. Not even close. My last dish washing complaint: soaking. I've always thought soaking dishes in a sink was just a way of getting out of doing your dishes promptly. Especially when you are "soaking" for a whole weekend. I will say though, rice sticking to the bottom of a pot is soak worthy--but only as long as the water is hot.
I only had one class today. Technically I had two, but the lecturer for the Greek myth and poetry class changed it from 5pm to 10am today. And I was not prepared for class at 10am this morning. I was barely prepared for Modernism at 3. There will be no more missing that class though. She just talks the entire hour and you're left with all this information you really don't know what to do with. Apparently she's posting "essay titles" tomorrow...and in two weeks it's on to Mrs. Dalloway. And some Faulkner after that. Fantastic.
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