Clearly there has been a huge mistake because, propelled by the incredibly convincing words of my advisor, I somehow got myself put on the list of Bio 40 tutors and now I'm expected to help some poor kid get ready for his genetic translation test. So, on top of preparing for my own ecology test, I have to relearn the lac and trp operons, genetic transfer between prokaryotes, and other stuff I haven't looked at in over six months. Worst of all, I've lost all faith in the tutoring system because if they let someone like me teach then who knows what other maniacs and incompetents are posing as academic role models.
On a funnier note, our star running back, Luke Sweeney (read this LA Times article for more info http://articles.latimes.com/2011/oct/19/sports/la-sp-elliott-20111020), went to a Wiz Khalifa concert in LA with my friends Peter, Jordan, and Ari. However, upon arrival he was already blackout and belligerently drunk and the bouncers wouldn't let him inside. Stumped, the group went to find some food in the hope that Luke would sober up enough to get in. But they got distracted waiting at a stoplight, and when it turned green Luke was gone, disappeared into the night. They wandered around downtown LA for several hours looking everywhere for him. They even called everyone back at school who had his number (including me) and asked us to call him to see if he would pick up for someone. But he didn't, and the search went on without results until about 1:00 AM when Peter got a call from the hospital saying an ambulance had picked the missing football player up off the streets. Worried, the three searchers rushed to the hospital where they found a disheveled but light spirited Luke. According to him, he had successfully snuck into the concert, but was later kicked out by the same bouncer that wouldn't let him in initially. Outside the venue, he once again began looking for a way in but got lost. A while later, he found himself in a sketchy neighborhood and, nervous, started running in no particular direction and jumping fences and stuff. Eventually he lay down in someone's front yard, and presumably someone called the cops and an ambulance was dispatched. This story, although a little farfetched, was much more believable given Luke's condition. He was still very drunk and, due to his clumsiness while climbing fences, gashed in his left arm and right leg. On top of that, he was shirtless and his shorts had been torn down the middle such that his dick was hanging out, a fact he was very eager to pass out to every passing nurse and hospital visitor. Eventually, his parents called to give the hospital permission to let their son go under Peter's care and someone found him some extra pants so the group drove back to school. A great night had by all.
