Monday, January 21, 2013
Sassy Edward
Not my own original work, but THIS PHOTO COLLAGE is the funniest thing I've seen all week. Thank you Emily Boeckmann for bestowing such a gem on to me unintentionally.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
That awkward moment when.
So I finally get my rear in gear this semester. Decide to be productive and waltz all the way up to campus (15 minutes in the 5 degree weather, mind you), find a fat, squishy sofa, plop down into it, and kick off my shoes. I had liquid and solid fuel to last me the next four hours, I had classical music blaring out of my headphones, I was ready to go.
So here I am, 45 minutes later and four pages into this article I still did not understand, just thinking to myself how I could not have made a comfier sofa if I tried, and I notice a girl waltz up and pop a squat right on the other end of my sofa. How rude! The whole room is empty, I counted 13 empty tables, 7 free sofas, and a booth, yet she chose to pop her presumptuous rear into my study bubble. Fifteen minutes passed by, three more girls decided to settle themselves into the couches across from me and next to me, whilst the rest of the room continued to remain empty.
Not about to lose my ground, I wriggled myself even deeper into the sofa's warm, cozy depths, and turned up a beautiful orchestral piece from Pride and Prejudice, determined not to let these obstinate girls ruin my Wednesday afternoon.
Another 15 minutes later I looked up to find myself surrounded my around 10 girls, standing or sitting in a tight circle around me. Oh, also, they were all looking at me.
One man was shaking a sheet of paper in my face saying, "you ready to begin cashier training?"
No. I most certainly was not. And I was most certainly not happy about this group choosing my couch to meet around. And it was most certainly the most awkward moment ever.
My couch :(
So here I am, 45 minutes later and four pages into this article I still did not understand, just thinking to myself how I could not have made a comfier sofa if I tried, and I notice a girl waltz up and pop a squat right on the other end of my sofa. How rude! The whole room is empty, I counted 13 empty tables, 7 free sofas, and a booth, yet she chose to pop her presumptuous rear into my study bubble. Fifteen minutes passed by, three more girls decided to settle themselves into the couches across from me and next to me, whilst the rest of the room continued to remain empty.
Not about to lose my ground, I wriggled myself even deeper into the sofa's warm, cozy depths, and turned up a beautiful orchestral piece from Pride and Prejudice, determined not to let these obstinate girls ruin my Wednesday afternoon.
Another 15 minutes later I looked up to find myself surrounded my around 10 girls, standing or sitting in a tight circle around me. Oh, also, they were all looking at me.
One man was shaking a sheet of paper in my face saying, "you ready to begin cashier training?"
No. I most certainly was not. And I was most certainly not happy about this group choosing my couch to meet around. And it was most certainly the most awkward moment ever.
My couch :(
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
I was just thinking too much
Duuudddeeee...
Class. The last semester of college classes for me actually. Have I cried? Yes, puddles.
So I went to class today, which happened to be with my freshman roommate/bff/redheaded goddess/significant other. That was exciting in itself. The second most exciting part of that class, however, was the professor, who seemed to have it as together as a freshman on the Link (our school bus...inside joke, sorry). In other words, he did not have it together.
Don't get me wrong, I love professors who go on tangents. Not only do they say some pretty interesting things, I've learned a trick where I just give them a topic to talk about that's not academic related, after which I settle back in my chair and give my eyes a little snoozy (clever, eh?).
Anywho, he got to talking about the last time he had taught that particular class, during which he had some sort of attack and ended up on the floor. And then the hospital. And I'm thinking to myself, "Is this a warning? Is he expecting any of us to be medically trained? Should I have learned CPR prior to this class?" I then scanned the room searching for some able-bodied young adults who looked like they would be able to take control of the situation should the event call for it.
My point is, I've never heard a professor tell me that the last time he had tried to teach that particular class, he didn't make it through the whole thing.
He also mentioned that he didn't have anything prepared for class because he had been "thinking way too much." Can I please use that? How intelligent would I sound if I told one of my profs that I couldn't finish my assignment on account of thinking myself into a dither?
As an aside, why do I freaking always get an itch on my head the moment my professor asks the class a question? Inevitably, it gets misinterpreted as a raised hand, each and every time.
#college #seniorproblems #notstudyingabroad #thisismylife #iwishihadmoreinterestingthingstoblogabout
#laughatprofessorswhodontknowwhattheyredoing
Class. The last semester of college classes for me actually. Have I cried? Yes, puddles.
So I went to class today, which happened to be with my freshman roommate/bff/redheaded goddess/significant other. That was exciting in itself. The second most exciting part of that class, however, was the professor, who seemed to have it as together as a freshman on the Link (our school bus...inside joke, sorry). In other words, he did not have it together.
Don't get me wrong, I love professors who go on tangents. Not only do they say some pretty interesting things, I've learned a trick where I just give them a topic to talk about that's not academic related, after which I settle back in my chair and give my eyes a little snoozy (clever, eh?).
Anywho, he got to talking about the last time he had taught that particular class, during which he had some sort of attack and ended up on the floor. And then the hospital. And I'm thinking to myself, "Is this a warning? Is he expecting any of us to be medically trained? Should I have learned CPR prior to this class?" I then scanned the room searching for some able-bodied young adults who looked like they would be able to take control of the situation should the event call for it.
My point is, I've never heard a professor tell me that the last time he had tried to teach that particular class, he didn't make it through the whole thing.
He also mentioned that he didn't have anything prepared for class because he had been "thinking way too much." Can I please use that? How intelligent would I sound if I told one of my profs that I couldn't finish my assignment on account of thinking myself into a dither?
As an aside, why do I freaking always get an itch on my head the moment my professor asks the class a question? Inevitably, it gets misinterpreted as a raised hand, each and every time.
#college #seniorproblems #notstudyingabroad #thisismylife #iwishihadmoreinterestingthingstoblogabout
#laughatprofessorswhodontknowwhattheyredoing
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