Hey, Dean? Can I uh...talk to you? I um, need to ask you something. Kind of important.



Flawless verbal scores on every test and this guy makes me babble like an idiot. Ugh.

Right. I've remembered why I despise undergraduates. Someone distract me? I've still got 40 exams to look through.

Dean, do you know if Sam and Jessica need extra tickets for graduation? The faculty get tickets also, but I don't think I'll need this many.

Also? You should probably come by my apartment. This is going to sound ridiculous, but I think I have a ghost.

I'd like to know, exactly why Graduate students feel the need to whine at me for assigning a project that's due on this Tuesday. Of course I'm aware that Monday is a scheduled day off. And I know what Sunday is.

I don't believe that I'm being unfair. Am I?

We haven't set a date (I think), or a place (I think), though we've decided on a theme (small). But, Leonard has asked for my hand (though he has two of his own) and I have agreed.

We're getting married.

Current Mood: giddy

Why do my students think I won't catch them cheating? It's insulting to think they thought I wouldn't know what was going on. Oh, well. I'll be the one laughing when its time for grades.

Otherwise, this version of life isn't without its perks. Coffee, for one thing. Real showers, as opposed to the Ion showers we had on the boat. Then again, those were great when you were in a hurry. Not having to listen to the Commander lecture me on a daily basis is an absolute plus. Jeez, I even miss *him*.


Dean? I had fun at breakfast. Would you want to come have lunch at Stanford one day? My treat.

Yesterday, I got my credentials reinstated at Stanford may or may not have hacked their system to do so, but..., which means all of my degrees are still valid...even if the subject matter hasn't been invented yet. I can deal with this. I also got my teaching position reinstated, which is good because none of my bank information came with me, either.

It's a little bit weird, to be alone all the time. I mean, when you're used to living on a submarine and you can almost never catch a moment's privacy; being by yourself is unsettling. I didn't think it was possible, but I might even actually miss the commander. Scary.


Dean? You had mentioned something about wanting to go out for coffee. Did you still want to?

When I find out *who* is responsible for this...

Heads. Will. Roll.

I mean it! This computer is so ancient, it still runs Windows for God's sake! No self respecting hacker person would use it in their right mind! None of my passwords work, the PAL is useless, no one seems to have ever HEARD of the UEO and according to this map, San Francisco's still attatched to California? Either this is a horrible joke or I owe someone money on a bet about time travel.



Lucas? Where are you?