the bane of my masters education...

one of the highlights of my life is Wednesday Nights with Megan. every week we meet at 5:15 at Daphne's on the corner of Brea and Birch to enjoy a deluctable meal of greek cuisine. we talk about our weeks - our jobs - our crazy friendships - try to plan trips to Disneyland - and contemplate the latest movie releases. sometimes dinner is followed by an activity and sometimes dinner is the activity in itself. when we first started "date night" we were on an M. Knight Shyamalan kick and we watched one of his movies every week after dinner. now, we both have jobs and end up really tired after dinner - so we've taken a sabatical from our late night fun. not to worry though, we still have plenty of adventures and with Erika coming in only a few weeks, i'm sure we'll kick back into HIGH GEAR for some ANTM (america's next top model) Grey's Anatomy, the Bachelor, and Project Runway. WHOAH we watched a lot of TV in college. i miss that! ha!
so...back to wednesday nights with megan. last night was a particularly short evening for us - i am moving this weekend and due to a variety of situations far beyond my control, there is a lot of work yet to do and i'm feeling the pressure. however, even though our time together was significantly reduced, the laughter and memories were at an all time high. i think i can honestly say that megan had tears of laughter at one point in conversation. you see, last night megan and i realized that we had similar feelings in relation to a particular person: the bane of my masters education. about halfway through my program, a new batch of students joined my co-hort. one student, we'll change his name to protect his reputation, Ricardo, was a particular nuisance. He would ride into class late on his skateboard looking absolutely haagard like he had just awoken from a nap and interrupt literally everything occuring within the classroom. he would work on his homework (that was already due for submission) during class thus continuing that annoying tappity tap tap tap of his laptop throughout the entire session. he calls everyone friend or buddy but doesn't really know anoyone. he is TERRIBLE. he doesn't ever have anything insightful to say and literally degrades the entirety of my educational program. a few weeks ago, he was giving a presentation in our quantitative business modeling course and decided to use a youtube video to display the concept of "waiting in line" just in case any of us were unsure of what that looked like. megan has incredibly similar situations of riducularity (and yes i know that isn't a real word - i made it up to use in this context!) apparently he sat next to her at graduation and from under his gown he pulled out a footlong subway sandwich that he then proceeded to eat during the processional. During the ceremony he took it even one step farther and brought out a full-sized bag of pretzels and began offering them to all his "friends" also known as the strangers sitting in his general area. seriously if he can graduate and get a masters degree, ANYONE CAN. what a joke. megan and i have made an ultimate decision that there is truly only one way to describe Ricky: he is an absolute FOOL.