In a classroom, talking about something. I talk a little about how I like to make sure that things are direct and simple, like deciding to use external email rather than a form unless you need to track the email for auditing, etc. The class ends and go across the hall for the next class. The teacher says I’m not in this one, it’s tomorrow, and that I owe money anyways-$185. I groan.
My exciting life, this place