Harlan appears to have aged from doing yoga. His hair has grayed slightly by today. As if this weren't a creepy enough story, Dawn has apparently stumbled into a yoga-doing cult, a la Heaven's Gate, where everyone is required to where matching outfits but is not allowed to match their classmates.
This is a great yoga studio. You can have your hair color changed while doing the exercises, like green yoga guy. I, however, like the blonde hair better than the black.
Harlan is looking more and more like Thomas Dewey. This is not a good thing. (Actually it wasn't a good thing for Dewey, either. Younger readers, please Google.)
Ominous...the left side of Harlan's head reveals a crossroads mark ("When you come to a fork in the road" Dawn might be thinking...). Or it might not be that complicated...just a light plane landing on his head.
Fauxprof: What "younger" readers are you talking about?
I don't recall Mary mentioning Rome, but it's good that Dawn - now in her eleventy-seventh year of college - has finally been told that it's a place for learning.
Apparently Dawn hasn't been accepted into the yoga cult yet. While the others undergo dramatic hair color changes at will, her roots are in desperate need of a touch up. Please - induct her soon. Harlan has morphed int Omar Shariff between panels. Good thing Mary told Dawn that college is a place of learning. She might have had a difficult time figuring out that one on her own.
"When in Rome... mope about some jerk who dumped you the entire time, ignoring the beautiful art and architecture, acting like a prissy whiny git. Then go on a cruise ship that decides to re-enact the Costa Concordia disaster mere months after the tragedy happened, and go home and mope some more until you meet a one-armed man whom you're smitten with but accidentally offend him, and in turn start to stalk him by sending him thousands of apology texts which he obviously doesn't respond to, then have him forgive you for no reason whatsoever only to apparently come to his senses and dump you for good between arcs, causing you to go on the rebound and fall in love with your teacher and do Yoga classes with him despite only knowing him for one day."
Sunday Ah, finally we see the teacher - Mr. Clean. No wonder the floor is so shiny.
The single-floor cabin-like buildings Dawn passed on campus earlier this week have been replaced with a Gothic monstrosity. What a curious place University is.
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Harlan appears to have aged from doing yoga. His hair has grayed slightly by today. As if this weren't a creepy enough story, Dawn has apparently stumbled into a yoga-doing cult, a la Heaven's Gate, where everyone is required to where matching outfits but is not allowed to match their classmates.
This is a great yoga studio. You can have your hair color changed while doing the exercises, like green yoga guy. I, however, like the blonde hair better than the black.
Is grabbing your blankie and running around the room an exercise? Because the people in the background are relocating between panels.
If I asked the college students I work with the meaning of "when in Rome..." I'd get blank looks. Maybe a couple of the would Google it.
Is grabbing your blankie and running around the room an exercise? Because the people in the background are relocating between panels.
If I asked the college students I work with the meaning of "when in Rome..." I'd get blank looks. Maybe a couple of them would Google it.
Harlan is looking more and more like Thomas Dewey. This is not a good thing. (Actually it wasn't a good thing for Dewey, either. Younger readers, please Google.)
When in Rome...start dating your Art History professor.
Inspiring.
Ominous...the left side of Harlan's head reveals a crossroads mark ("When you come to a fork in the road" Dawn might be thinking...). Or it might not be that complicated...just a light plane landing on his head.
Fauxprof: What "younger" readers are you talking about?
I don't recall Mary mentioning Rome, but it's good that Dawn - now in her eleventy-seventh year of college - has finally been told that it's a place for learning.
Dawn is already sharing Harlan's double-wide yoga mat. This does not bode well.
Apparently Dawn hasn't been accepted into the yoga cult yet. While the others undergo dramatic hair color changes at will, her roots are in desperate need of a touch up. Please - induct her soon. Harlan has morphed int Omar Shariff between panels. Good thing Mary told Dawn that college is a place of learning. She might have had a difficult time figuring out that one on her own.
When in Rome, touch your toes with Tyrone Power!
Learning? Oh, yeah.
"When in Rome... mope about some jerk who dumped you the entire time, ignoring the beautiful art and architecture, acting like a prissy whiny git. Then go on a cruise ship that decides to re-enact the Costa Concordia disaster mere months after the tragedy happened, and go home and mope some more until you meet a one-armed man whom you're smitten with but accidentally offend him, and in turn start to stalk him by sending him thousands of apology texts which he obviously doesn't respond to, then have him forgive you for no reason whatsoever only to apparently come to his senses and dump you for good between arcs, causing you to go on the rebound and fall in love with your teacher and do Yoga classes with him despite only knowing him for one day."
Sunday
Ah, finally we see the teacher - Mr. Clean. No wonder the floor is so shiny.
The single-floor cabin-like buildings Dawn passed on campus earlier this week have been replaced with a Gothic monstrosity. What a curious place University is.
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