After the first lecture yesterday morning, when I lifted my head from the editing I was doing on the laptop, miraculously there was a table of cupcakes in the front of the room. I asked Ally what it was all about, and she didn't know at first. She briefly asked around, then said, "It's a fundraiser for breast cancer research. They're asking for $2 each."
Those med students are always up to something nice like that. So we only had about three minutes left to our break, and I seriously needed my morning Diet Coke (yes, I'm still doing that). I pulled a five out of my wallet and hurriedly gave it to her. "Here. Get one for me and for you, and leave the five in the basket. I'm going to go get a Diet Coke." So I rushed to the vending machine and back, and came into the room to find...
...a booby on my desk. (though I'm a bit confused about the white nipple)
I came home a little bit obsessed with breast cupcakes. You do not want to see my computer browsing history; I'm just sayin'. I'm leaving alone the Janet Jackson ones I found, and some Flickr pictures of an obese guy holding cupcakes up to his chest. But look at these cute ones that I found. Ally, we weren't thinking fast enough -- we totally missed our photo op.
On another topic, I am sorry for all the cerebral explosions I caused yesterday. I found it extremely interesting to learn that the percentage of people whose brains exploded in relation to those who said, "I get it," those who Just Walked Away (Sandy), and other court reporters, rather echoes the dropout rate at our court reporting school (about 95%). So you see, what I say about aptitude is borne out. I believe this pie chart that I made illustrates my point: