1) I tripped in the elevator today in front of the former head of my department. He accused me of being drunk at work. He was kidding, I think, but it was pretty embarrassing, especially since I had never actually spoken to him before. I'm undoubtedly labeled in his head as "That Drunk Girl."
2) Julie looked me up on rateyourprofessor.com. I have never done this myself because I am a coward who fears criticism. She told me I had a chili pepper, though, which means a select group of 18-year-old boys thinks I'm hot. Hey, I'll take compliments where I can get them.
