Every 20 Minutes

There is nothing quite so sad as getting out of class early only to step out of the building and watch your bus drive by.

Now, I am waiting 20 minutes for the next bus.

Lame.

Upside?

I am sitting in the Business School building listening to two hot guys studying for their MBA debate "the psychology behind Ford's inability to build different models of cars versus their penchant for hiring people with finance background which contributed to their strong credit."

Swoon. I will listen to a hot guy talk about anything that isn't law.