Oh, Professor!
Today started off with me leaving for school late, once again. I am never going to make it to my Tues & Thurs 8:30am class on time. Never. Never have in the past and never will in the future.
This morning’s reason for leaving late? I thought I forgot my wallet and zipped back upstairs to rip my bedroom apart looking for it. It was in my schoolbag, in the car, the entire time. I had remembered it.
Anyhow, I made it to Waterloo 20mins off schedule, and then blew another 10mins trying to find a parking spot. Apparently snow falling on the ground has resulted in everyone forgetting their parallel parking skills and taking up 2 car spaces each, so I had to park a lot farther than usual.
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Just as I neared my lecture hall -and I’m walking very leisurely because half-hour late to a 1.5hr class equals At This Point Just Take Yo’ Effin’ Time- 1st prof of the day pops his head over to the window in the door and sees me walking directly towards it… and I get a huge *surprise!* “Hey it’s you!” grin. Open mouth and everything.
I returned a nice, less enthusiastic, smile and took a seat. Post-class, I head over to him to ask a question, and apologize for tardyness YET AGAIN. Yes, I do think I’m that memorable. Mostly because my class participation in most classes is scarily over-the-top, including this one. As I’m about to depart, he held an intense gaze and asked, “Do I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar.”
uhh… That’s why I got that huge grin… And how does he know this twin of mine I’ve yet to meet, I wonder…
“I… don’t think so…?”
Another look. … I… don’t think my twin was a past student…
I smile and leave.
……interesting.
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Then onto 2nd prof of the day.
Me, to my buddy in the class: “This guy’s tall. Like, I’m used to tall people, but this guy’s super tall.”
I ENJOY THIS MAN VERY MUCH. It is this tall giant of a man who resembles Topher Grace and Scott Foley that I enjoy. VERY MUCH.
And he admitted to hanging out with another young’un on the faculty. I am amused by the thought of Tall Scopher Groley shootin’ da breeze with Cool Desi PsychologistMan. Admit it. That’s filled with win right there.
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Topher Grace and Scott Foley should hookup, so that Conan O’Brien’s crack team of crackpots would create their purdy embryo in the “If They Mated” segment.
Biology is not required for this train of thought.