On Wednesday, I woke up late and missed Finance 3103.  That day, I passed the Finance instructor six times and I was able to avoid him three times, but the other three he gave me this death stare that said “skip my class will you!” with that angry Indian unibrow of his.  He walks into class, apparently having assigned heinous amounts of homework I think he was trying to make a lot of this, and as he calls on people slowly homing in on me for the last question that apparently involves determining how many accountants can dance on the head of a pin.  He finally makes eye contact with me for question 14 of 14 and points at me when the dullard idiot in front of me raises his lummoxing head answers the question in its entirety before the teacher can stop him and promptly plops his head back down on the desk.