First class was just not. Nothing much there. Go to class, turn in papers, go away. Second class was sociology. Much fun had by all. Tape recorder malfunction. Third was english lab. Helped preppy dude with his paper on the word "Fuck." Turned into a decent piece of writing.
I could stand to make $10 an hour for typing papers.
The boy's got some hidden genius inside him somewhere. Where, I won't speculate, but all he needs to do is get in the habit of dragging it out.