There’s one professor I have whom I believe is a genius. And to top it off, he’s funny. Today I felt bad for him since he couldn’t get the VCR to work so we could watch a French Revolution video (which I taped because I’m such a pet). He fumbled around with switches and cords and of course, in my institutionalized patriarchal impulses I nudged my classmate Todd to go over and help the man. It didn’t help though. And if we don’t watch the tape, how else will my professor be eternally indebted to me? Christ, I need a game plan.