Eric (aka J. Eric cuz we have so many Erics) and I first met in Literary Analysis and Interpretation for English Majors Only, Spring Semester 1999. I hated the Professor, Leslie Antoinette, with a burning passion and recommend that no one ever take anything taught by her. Hence I made it my goal to make her life difficult by asking ridiculous questions and arguing her points frequently in class; that is, when i wasn't sleeping. All of this apparently annoyed Eric and hence he did not like me, nor did I like him. It wasn't until American Literature I with my favorite professor, Rick Madigan, a year later in the spring of 2000, that we talked to each other again. This time we sat next to each other and became good friends. Go figure huh? I love Eric to death even though he is conceited as hell. Here he is looking like a pirate, and stoned off his ass in Perkins in mid-April.
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