Ducky's Nest
unamusedsloth:

It just doesn’t

unamusedsloth:

It just doesn’t

haedia:

thewolfofnibu:

stahscre4m:

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 
Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.
What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!
She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 
He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

haedia:

thewolfofnibu:

stahscre4m:

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 

Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.

What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!

She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 

He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

bluejaysaremagic:

spoopytobio:

cool tips for having fun during october:

  • dont post screamers
  • dont post popups
  • dont post anything that could cause panic/anxiety attacks
  • dont be a dick

The spook is fun but that is not spook. That is not fun for anyone.

crowcrow:

ON TUMBLR WE ARE REQUIRED TO POST THIS EVERY YEAR.

(i literally waited till midnight to post this)

officialschool:

slydig:

how do i get abs without doing anything

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raypuaza:

can i stay at your place? no hobo

ebunnies:

my friends little brother lays it down

ebunnies:

my friends little brother lays it down

thatfunnyblog:

A good example of how sensitive people can be on this website.

thatfunnyblog:

A good example of how sensitive people can be on this website.

My therapist: I can tell just by looking at you that you've been traumatized.
Me: How can you tell?
My therapist: Because you wear leather. That's the standard clothing staple of people who are traumatized and suffering internally.
Me: I thought those were Crocs.

lyndiewhoever:

So today someone in my psychology lecture asked our professor, if someone with a mental illness still could become a psychologist.
My professor just answered: “A dermatologist can also have a skin disease and be one of the best dermatologists out there. Same goes for psychologists.” This really made me smile.