My first and second day of cOmMuNiTy CoLlEgE*~
Let me just start off by saying that on the first day of school I walked into the men's bathroom and said out loud to myself, "Whyyyyy are there urinals...."
I sit next to this fairly nice girl in math named Eden (she is far from it) that gives me lots of compliments. The first day she told me my blue contacts were "very pretty". Today I drew a slice of pizza in my notebook and she was all, "OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD AT DRAWING WTF?!" Later, I was stretching and she said, "You're so tiny!" LOL IMMA STICK WITH HER CUZ SHE GIVE MY SELF ESTEEM A BOOST*~*~ She's literally worse at math than I am so ......y'know. That's kinda nice. The two girls that sit in front of us are your typical Hollister, wears a thick layer of foundation, puts on two coats of mascara and curls their eyelashes so that they look like spiders, bleached their already blond hair blonder type of girls. But they're nice.
I was going to leave this story till last, but I just can't stand it anymore, I have to SPILL*~. So. I had an hour before my next class so I walked over by the sitting area and sat on one of three coaches surrounding a little coffee table. There was a girl on the couch to my right and a guy on the couch to my left. I took out the book Matt gave me for Christmas and started to read. I had this odd sensation that someone was burning holes through my head so I glanced up really quickly only to be met by a blatant stare from guy on couch to the left. I looked down as fast as I looked up and prayed that the girl to my right wouldn't leave. I should have just left when I caught him staring at me but I didn't want to spend forty minutes waiting in the bathroom or something. I guess I could have found somewhere else to sit. ANYWAY, REGARDLESS, I was sitting there reading until that girl got up and left. I cringed and slowly looked up and to my SURPRISE Sergio (his name was Frankie but he looks like he could be related to the lead singer of System Of A Down, Sergio) was still staring at me. He made his move and asked what I was reading and I literally blurted, "A BOOK MY BOYFRIEND GAVE ME." To my horror, he pressed on and continued to ask me questions. He asked me what the book was about and how old I was and if I was white or Mexican and fed me that line guys like to use, "You look familiar."
Actually, it was more like, "Yeh, yeh, u look familiar, u know. Thas why I be lookin at u. U look like I seen u before, u know?"
I tried to look down and pretend I was reading every so often but it didn't work. He. Just. Kept. Going. As if it couldn't get any worse, he was literally, I'M NOT KIDDING, LOOKING ME UP AND DOWN. I CAUGHT HIM LOOKING AT MY LEGS AND I WANTED TO RUN. Somewhere in his fantasy land he thought we were connecting on some mystical level so he moved CLOSER to me and I just ...wanted to die. At some point, I have no fucking idea how, we (well, he) got to talking about escorts and he went on this long spiel about how escorts are in actuality legal prostitutes. He told me that he learned "da business" from dating a stripper. -_-
After like twenty-five minutes of this I could just not take it any more. I looked at my phone and THANK GOD IT WAS 15 MINUTES UNTIL CLASS and so I lied and said I had to go to the bathroom and class. I stood up and was about to make a run for it when he stuck out his hand for me to shake and asked me what my name was. I shook his hand and told him my name and when I tried to let go HE WOULDN'T LET GO ROFL. I'M NOT MAKING THIS UP HE WOULDN'T LET GO OF MY FUCKING HAND. LIKE, THERE'S NO WAY HE COULD HAVE MISTAKEN ME FORCEFULLY PULLING MY HAND OUT OF HIS GRIP FOR WANTING TO HOLD HANDS LONGER. He was like (with my hand still in his), "Well, I am very attracted to u and it was nice meeting u.. I'll c u around hopefully...." I freed my hand of his bear trap grip and said, "Welp. Like I said, I have a boyfriend...Soooo..." He said something retarded like, "Yeh, yeh, I remember u sayin that..." And then I just walked away and prayed I would never see him again (I saw him at the end of the day).
Other than that, idk. Speech is just. My god. It's a nightmare come true. I can't believe it's a required class. We had to "get to know" someone and introduce them to the class and while I was waiting to go up in front of a bunch of strangers I could literally hear and feel my heart in my FACE. Every time my heart pumped my vision would be blurred from the severity of the pump. To make matters worse, I have to present a poster of some shit about me to the class some time this month. Can't...wait...
All my teachers are nice, though. My math teacher is this slightly rotund man with a perfectly sculpted white / blond beard and piercing blue eyes. He's well dressed from the waist up. He lived in Alaska for eight years and just moved back in the area. I know he mostly taught physics, I don't remember what he said he had his masters / bachelors in. Physics and ......math? My English teacher is that lady I mentioned in an earlier entry. She's the director of the honors program that basically said I was probably too dumb for honors and squeezed me into an English class at the last minute. She's taking speed or something because she's full of pep and energy. She's kind of funny, though. My speech teacher is old and nice. That's all.
Oh, and there's a mom in all of my classes.