Respiratory Breakthroughs
All right. I'm back in my room. I went to class today and 2. That's my regular time on Thursdays. Anyway, my University 101 class met at the Thomas Cooper Library to learn about it cause the building's actually pretty confusing. That was whatever really.
It was weird though, because lately I've been connecting with the adults way more than the other students. It's like my professors, especially Mr. Hospital and his sub Mr. French, make jokes or reference something that might be older or sort of politically funny and I'm the only one who laughs at it. It makes me feel strangely out of place. And today, this librarian was talking about different stuff and she mentioned several things like how the card catalog used to be run through dos rather than online and how this one floor is the only place to find microfilm and the rest of the class was like totally clueless as to what dos and microfilm was. I dunno, it just felt weird.
But anyway, I was supposed to turn in these news paper articles with summaries and responses today. I wasn't able to print them when they were due so she let me turn them in today. And guess what. I fucking forgot them! So, at the end of class, I asked her if I could run back to my dorm and bring them right back. And...she said yes! So, I walked at a very fast pace (seeing as I had a back pack on) and this guy commented on my dreads. This guy was like "You got dreads?" And I said, "I'm tryin" and he said laughing "A white girl with dreads" and then I said, "I'm only half." and that was that. So, I got back to my dorm and got my stuff, grabbed my inhaler, kicked off my sandals and literally ran all the way back to the library! It was so invigorating! My legs were hurting like shit but I just kept running. It was awesome. People were looking at me and commenting on my lack of shoes. And then on the way back I ran into the same guy who commented on my dreads. He said, "Dang you're fast girl, I saw you" and I smiled and said "Thanks."
I don't really know why I told you guys all that. But whole experience was really invigorating! And I didn't have to use my inhaler! And now I'm thinking about that guy, wishing I knew his name and at the same time not caring at all. I'm wanting to go find him but at the same time never see him again. It's really weird. Maybe it's just the endorphins talking. And now I'm feeling really rambly. If that's even a word.
I didn't got to my last class today. Mr. Hospital's not there anyway, though Mr. French was fun. After I ran to and back from the library, I was really tired. Now I'm all showered and I'm gonna work on my dreads.
It was weird though, because lately I've been connecting with the adults way more than the other students. It's like my professors, especially Mr. Hospital and his sub Mr. French, make jokes or reference something that might be older or sort of politically funny and I'm the only one who laughs at it. It makes me feel strangely out of place. And today, this librarian was talking about different stuff and she mentioned several things like how the card catalog used to be run through dos rather than online and how this one floor is the only place to find microfilm and the rest of the class was like totally clueless as to what dos and microfilm was. I dunno, it just felt weird.
But anyway, I was supposed to turn in these news paper articles with summaries and responses today. I wasn't able to print them when they were due so she let me turn them in today. And guess what. I fucking forgot them! So, at the end of class, I asked her if I could run back to my dorm and bring them right back. And...she said yes! So, I walked at a very fast pace (seeing as I had a back pack on) and this guy commented on my dreads. This guy was like "You got dreads?" And I said, "I'm tryin" and he said laughing "A white girl with dreads" and then I said, "I'm only half." and that was that. So, I got back to my dorm and got my stuff, grabbed my inhaler, kicked off my sandals and literally ran all the way back to the library! It was so invigorating! My legs were hurting like shit but I just kept running. It was awesome. People were looking at me and commenting on my lack of shoes. And then on the way back I ran into the same guy who commented on my dreads. He said, "Dang you're fast girl, I saw you" and I smiled and said "Thanks."
I don't really know why I told you guys all that. But whole experience was really invigorating! And I didn't have to use my inhaler! And now I'm thinking about that guy, wishing I knew his name and at the same time not caring at all. I'm wanting to go find him but at the same time never see him again. It's really weird. Maybe it's just the endorphins talking. And now I'm feeling really rambly. If that's even a word.
I didn't got to my last class today. Mr. Hospital's not there anyway, though Mr. French was fun. After I ran to and back from the library, I was really tired. Now I'm all showered and I'm gonna work on my dreads.