Man that pencil smelled good

Once again captured by the lovely (not not very pretty) Devora.

Pay special attention to the state of my hair. I believe this was in the couple weeks before my history paper was due when I was still trying to sludge through How the Other Half Lives. Eventually I decided the sludge was too thick and my lack of motivation too strong. I surrendered and wrote my paper vaguely, earning a "B." Such is survival in the UC system.