Tomorrow.
So I'm at the library this morning before class preparing for my approaching math exam. I pick an empty table, sit down, scatter all my unorganized paperwork around and begin cramming all the extra space in my brain with formulas and procedures. After about only two minutes, an old, very overweight woman comes in panting from the staircase and sits about three chairs down from me. "I'm sorry" she says, still out of breath. "But this drink cost me a lot so I don't want to throw it away."
"Oh it's fine, I understand." I say quickly and drown myself once again in my textbook. A few minutes pass and once again I can feel her preparing to talk to me once more.
"Are you good at memorizing?" I'm puzzled and perplexed by this question. She asks again immediately, louder.
"Yeah, I'm pretty good, but I'm doing math right now."
At this point I was discretely trying to find an empty room to do my work in private, but it being finals week, there was none to be found.
"Oh, did you take Psychology at all?" I recognize her textbook from when I took psych 101
"Yes, I did psych 101 and abnormal psych."
"Oh really? why?"
"Well, because I want to be a therapist, so I have to have a few before I transfer."
This is what I tell people when I don't feel like talking to them. Telling people I want to be an art therapist is almost always returned with a puzzled look and a what's that that requires a long, tedious explanation. Some people I tell to make conversation, it's interesting to me, and I can talk about things I'm interested in for a very long time.
"You look like a therapist." I smiled and tried to look busy.
This woman then proceeded to tell me all about her fourth career change, her father who's dying of cancer and how I shouldn't beat myself up, I don't know why she said that. I wasn't aware I gave her any reason to suppose I was being hard on myself for anything.
A librarian came to our table and told her she wasn't allowed to have any beverages in the building. The woman apologized and said she was going to kill it, the librarian left.
"What a bitch!" The woman said to me. I wanted to tell her she was just doing her job, but I honestly didn't want to continue any conversation with her, so I just giggled and tried to work.
I didn't finish everything I wanted to do, and I owe it all to this wacko.
In other news. Billy Collins arrived in my mailbox today. I am anxiously awaiting his company.