hate to say i told you so...

so, remember the visiting professor from hell that we got stuck with for evidence because our real professor fell ill? well, here we are, at the end of the semester; none of us has a clue what to expect from the final (except for some sort of SAT-esque multiple-choice-scheme-with-a-penalty-for-wrong-answers), and this professor hasn’t even had the decency to attempt to learn anybody’s name.

tom said yesterday, “emily, you were the only one who saw him for what he truly was from the beginning.” yes, tom. yes i did. because i have superhero superstrength when it comes to spotting forces of evil.