"You can't make me socialize, you damned dirty apes!"
Ah, memories. How I don't miss thee, secondary education. Of course I still have to deal with the annoyance of the university treating the honors program as a social club instead of a way for people to get out of the banal university studies requirements.
Our honors program just makes you go to seminars that, dare I say, are generally pretty damn interesting on top of requiring a few honors courses that, once again, are generally pretty damn interesting. Also, they give you honors requirements to replace the university ones. Reading and writing of fiction and poetry and rhetoric to replace the two required English courses, and some other pretty neat replacements.
Anyhow, I'm sad because there's no love for the Shar-Pei. I think they're the most adorable bastards on the planet (tied with my tortoises actually) but every time I show people a picture they don't care. I feel like Hughes showing pictures of his daughter around in Fullmetal Alchemist.