The Triscuit

Our class of 21 students dropped to 20 by week two of the program. Aside from a few strange stories about sex with strangers and pharmacology homework on peyote, our departed classmate left her legacy in P's nickname, when she turned to P one day and remarked, appropos of nothing: "well aren't you a tasty little triscuit."

The lecture on COPD was off to a slow start this morning and while trying to get the technology on line, our instructor told us all to stand up. Put your arms above your head. Now bring them down to the side. Now above your head. And bring your hands down in front of your face in a wai. Repeat after me: Namaste. "Blow me" said the Triscuit.