college... again
I find it strange that my teachers always know my name by the end of the quarter. Some of these classes have over 130 students in them. People will raise their hand and the teacher will call on them with a no interest in learning their name, but when I raise my hand they call me by name, every time... it's eerie and totally freaks me out a little bit.
I'm sure a lot of it is that everyday they gaze out over the crowd of similar, recognizable faces... then there is me looking all cantankerous with my dirty hair, day old makeup, and irreverent bike friendly fashion sense.
Since it's getting colder I've deployed my arsenal of thrift store cardigans and cowboy boots, which I think look rad, but typically prompts some pretty disapproving looks from my fellow students.
I'm sure a lot of it is that everyday they gaze out over the crowd of similar, recognizable faces... then there is me looking all cantankerous with my dirty hair, day old makeup, and irreverent bike friendly fashion sense.
Since it's getting colder I've deployed my arsenal of thrift store cardigans and cowboy boots, which I think look rad, but typically prompts some pretty disapproving looks from my fellow students.