Bob, the Pin

I changed my mind.

I love my FCP tute group.

My tutor is basically the smartest guy I know. He's incredibly intelligent and worldly, passionate about his work. He's had a wide range of jobs and experiences to draw from. He's the kind of guy you could have deep philosophical discussions and arguments with and come out thinking, "My God. This man is right."

My tute group is basically hilarious. We're filling in these review sheets for the unit while our tutor waits for us at Matilda Bay so we can have coffee after. Reece says, "How great would it be if we went out there and he was all, 'Fuck yeah, bitches, let's get our coffee on.'" The hilarity in this is that our tutor is African but the very antithesis of "gangsta" but rather an incredibly eloquent and educated gentleman.

Wynand (most attractive boy in our year) says, "Imagine if he went out and was like, 'Yeah, these are my wives.'"

Ah, slightly racist jokes. All in good humour of course... Maybe I'm just happy it's over because truthfully, tutes with Niyi were like being interrogated. Or maybe it was just for me because I could never answer the questions.

But coffee was fun. I had my blood taken today too. Cost me $75. Piece of shit.

I also lost a bobby pin to the wind. Farewell, my love.

J