Had another Thanksgiving dinner tonight, at a professor’s house no less. Actually, a bunch of students signed up for it and it was really great because we got to talk to the professor and listen to his stories about the ‘good old days’. And we talked about parking structures (how some profs are real egotistical about having their name painted on a reserved spot) and decreasing student health care plans and getting shafted by the administration in general. There was really good food–and talk that perhaps the professors should replace the incompetent cafeteria staff. But then again, nah. Some profs would make rather, er, complicated meals.