this is what I day dream about every time I go to my "Contemporary Art and Theory" class
but it ends up being very awkward once class is over because always at the end of the dream one of the chicks begins talking in the instructor's obnoxious metrosexual voice and I begin screaming in horror for about 30 seconds
afterwards everyone stares at me in silence while the instructor continues rambling about, uh, what was this class about again? i think he talked about feminist art and such, man i learned a lot from that class
also that's the president in the background, true story: he died