Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during college, our music class was first thing in the morning, and Lynda was a classmate and also Terry was usually there. It was a small classroom with maybe 3 or 4 rows of desks jammed together, maybe 10 to 12 students, I do not remember exactly how many, and Terry would always stand at the back of the room next to the outside door, while waiting for class to start, and there were times when he would monologue continuously, being such a glib nonstop talker as he is. And sometimes he would monologue about various topics from his private male fantasy life, which made some of us uncomfortable to hear, because I really don't want to hear so much detail about that when I am trying to focus on my studies. And also he would say things that were completely ridiculous but who has the time or the nerve to pause to draw out the sources of information for these idiotic rantings? Whatever. He is such an idiot. And Lynda and I were saying something about that to Dauna, and forever after various pieces of that conversation are circulating in a disembodied and unrecognizable format that makes me wonder how that happened, but Russians are generally thought to be such complete idiots, so when you consider that you are probably a clone of stupid Dauna, then obviously you do not deserve to be dignified with further conversation on these points.