First day of class.
So, people have been complaining to me, "Holly, you need to update your journal. I check it and check it for something new, but NOTHING!"
So this post is dedicated to all 3 of you who actually read and check for updates. Thanks for being such great fans.
Yesterday was my first day of classes. And by classes I mean one of the two I need in order to graduate. So I got to class a wee bit early. Picked my comfort-zone seat in the second to last row, and watched as boy after boy rolled in and sat down. Two guys came in together laughing and carrying on, they made their way to the seats behind me. Immediately, I knew what they had been laughing at when they walked in. As people straggled in they'd crack a joke about the person.
Our professor is a very, very large black man. When he wobbled in, something about "Nutty Professor" was blurted. I'm not certain if the professor heard.
I'm one of four females in this class. Not that I expected much different. Two girls walked in, one wearing a blue jean skirt that went about 2 inches below her knees and a blue jean sleeveless shirt with tennis shoes and matching blue socks. Her friend had high water jeans pulled up to her bellybutton with a tie-dyed mickey mouse shirt on, sandals with socks. As I was thinking to myself, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." One of the clowns behind me leans forward and says, "Hey look, you've got competition." I let out a little snicker.
A few minutes later, the third and final girl walks in. She looked much less revenge of the nerdish, so I was pleased. She sat down in the front next to the two other girls. "Oh well, so much for that".
The smart guy behind me again couldn't help himself, "Why aren't the girls sitting with you?"
I turned around and blurted, "Because they are trying to stay as far away from you as possible".
His partner in crime released an elongated "oooh", "snap she's feisty too"
I shot him a sarcastic smirk and turned around.
Unfortunately, this class is a lab, so we were broken down into small work groups that remain for the semester. I got paired with tweedle dee and tweedle dum. Oh joy.
What makes this even funnier, is I'm now in my second class, listening to the professor run through the course outline, but next to me in my comfort-zone seat on the second to last row is smart guy number one from yesterday.
It's not bad enough that I'll have to endure him and his sidekick in one class for 3 months. Now I have to put up with him 4 days a week?
Seriously, what did I do to deserve this?
PS. He's not that bad today.
PSS. He made me say that.
So this post is dedicated to all 3 of you who actually read and check for updates. Thanks for being such great fans.
Yesterday was my first day of classes. And by classes I mean one of the two I need in order to graduate. So I got to class a wee bit early. Picked my comfort-zone seat in the second to last row, and watched as boy after boy rolled in and sat down. Two guys came in together laughing and carrying on, they made their way to the seats behind me. Immediately, I knew what they had been laughing at when they walked in. As people straggled in they'd crack a joke about the person.
Our professor is a very, very large black man. When he wobbled in, something about "Nutty Professor" was blurted. I'm not certain if the professor heard.
I'm one of four females in this class. Not that I expected much different. Two girls walked in, one wearing a blue jean skirt that went about 2 inches below her knees and a blue jean sleeveless shirt with tennis shoes and matching blue socks. Her friend had high water jeans pulled up to her bellybutton with a tie-dyed mickey mouse shirt on, sandals with socks. As I was thinking to myself, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." One of the clowns behind me leans forward and says, "Hey look, you've got competition." I let out a little snicker.
A few minutes later, the third and final girl walks in. She looked much less revenge of the nerdish, so I was pleased. She sat down in the front next to the two other girls. "Oh well, so much for that".
The smart guy behind me again couldn't help himself, "Why aren't the girls sitting with you?"
I turned around and blurted, "Because they are trying to stay as far away from you as possible".
His partner in crime released an elongated "oooh", "snap she's feisty too"
I shot him a sarcastic smirk and turned around.
Unfortunately, this class is a lab, so we were broken down into small work groups that remain for the semester. I got paired with tweedle dee and tweedle dum. Oh joy.
What makes this even funnier, is I'm now in my second class, listening to the professor run through the course outline, but next to me in my comfort-zone seat on the second to last row is smart guy number one from yesterday.
It's not bad enough that I'll have to endure him and his sidekick in one class for 3 months. Now I have to put up with him 4 days a week?
Seriously, what did I do to deserve this?
PS. He's not that bad today.
PSS. He made me say that.