Sir High Lord Zen - Volume 4, Number 3
HIGH LORD ZEN
Once again I sit on the eve of my deadline (I really must outlaw their existence and damn to hell anyone who even thinks about them one of these days) with nothing but a blank screen to show for it. I must once again delve deep into the darkness that I playfully refer to as my soul, dredge through the muck and see what we come out with. Mostly it’s just stink (or is it just me who went to take a shower this morning and didn’t even get so much as pissed on?) I mean, damn it, at least when this place was a piece of shit we could flush the toilets. To get shit outside the bathroom used to take a person but in the brand spanking new (read as they repainted the walls) Hughes the building now has shit all over the second floor on its own accord. But enough of these trivialities.
The thing I hate most about this damn school is all these damn classes they keep expecting me to go to. I mean, it’s a fairly busy job, being a god and all. Yet they expect me to go to classes as well. What I think might be fun one of these days is to go to god class sort of like and RA class, but different. That’s one that never made any sense to me, so lets reason through this, shall we? The administration says “Gee, we need to train our RAs so that they can effectively handle any problem that their residents might come up with.” So when do they decide to train these RAs? The semester before so that they can deal with the first wave of incoming freshmen? No, don’t be ridiculous (I hate that phrase), instead they don’t train them until after the school year has begun. Great planning. So these poor RAs have to sit through a year of classes training them to do things that they already have learned through the most idiotic of teachers: experience (give the exam first, then the instructions). This though is going nowhere, so I’ll end it.
Now, by special dispensation of the High Lord Zen, it has been declared that AMY IS IN FACT…AWESOME!!!!!
- High Lord Zen