Monday
girls just wanna have fun.......................
Well, I just found out when I return to school. This is my last semester and I am feeling great. Almost done…..
I will stay on the current issue of the special people, since it is a subject of infinite distraction. While thinking of the return to school, there is a girl who brought me great amusement. Not really sure what her name was, hell, it could have been gigit for all I know. Last semester she was in my Japanese and Chinese philosophy class. I had the experience of sitting next to her by accident during the middle of the semester. She was always dressed in flowery Wal Mart looking clothes and her hair was always asque. She didn’t look like she had many friends or fit into any crowd, but she caught my attention. Well, the day she sat next to me was a new happy chapter in my life. Shit, being 30 years old and trying to sit in countless classes with boring 18 year olds is hard enough. I always look for an outlet. I can’t relate too many in school. They relate to the 90’s and I relate to the 80’s. Very hard to do.
Well anyway, she was great. She sat next to me. Gave me this glazed look through her thick greasy glasses. She smiled and sat down. After the teacher took attendance, he started up the lecture. After 30 minutes or so, she screamed out over the teacher’s voice, my stupid pen dyed. He stopped the lecture, waited in silence, and began again. I watched her as she mumbled to herself, slurring her words, about her pen. He ignored her as she went on until, falling silent.
As the semester rolled on, she continued these outrageous outbursts continuously. The teacher overlooked it when ever it happened. Poor thing really, no one ever sat next to her due to her weirdness. But, she never knew she had a fan, me. I sat with her every chance I could get.
One day, she came in late and had to sit in the front row. I watched her as she mumbled and grumbled. Again the teacher kept on talking over her slurry speech. After a while the teacher turned and wrote some notes on the board. As he did this, I saw her stick her finger up her nose and pick to china for what seemed like an eternity. Everyone saw because she was in the front. When the teacher turned around, he caught a glimpse of what she was doing. He did a double take, smiled, and looked on with a silly expression on his face. I was about to laugh. I sat and continued to watch her as she placed her dirty finger in her fist and lean against it for a few minutes. Then she looked around and crept her skanky finger up to her mouth and stuck it in. YUCK!!!!! I have not seen that since kindergarten. I spit my coffee out and excused myself from the room. I ran to the bathroom and laughed so hard I was crying. I thought about all the others who witnessed that, including the teacher who dropped his jaw………..
This was only the beginning for my mad fascination to watch her strange quirky ways…
girls just wanna have fun.......................
Well, I just found out when I return to school. This is my last semester and I am feeling great. Almost done…..
I will stay on the current issue of the special people, since it is a subject of infinite distraction. While thinking of the return to school, there is a girl who brought me great amusement. Not really sure what her name was, hell, it could have been gigit for all I know. Last semester she was in my Japanese and Chinese philosophy class. I had the experience of sitting next to her by accident during the middle of the semester. She was always dressed in flowery Wal Mart looking clothes and her hair was always asque. She didn’t look like she had many friends or fit into any crowd, but she caught my attention. Well, the day she sat next to me was a new happy chapter in my life. Shit, being 30 years old and trying to sit in countless classes with boring 18 year olds is hard enough. I always look for an outlet. I can’t relate too many in school. They relate to the 90’s and I relate to the 80’s. Very hard to do.
Well anyway, she was great. She sat next to me. Gave me this glazed look through her thick greasy glasses. She smiled and sat down. After the teacher took attendance, he started up the lecture. After 30 minutes or so, she screamed out over the teacher’s voice, my stupid pen dyed. He stopped the lecture, waited in silence, and began again. I watched her as she mumbled to herself, slurring her words, about her pen. He ignored her as she went on until, falling silent.
As the semester rolled on, she continued these outrageous outbursts continuously. The teacher overlooked it when ever it happened. Poor thing really, no one ever sat next to her due to her weirdness. But, she never knew she had a fan, me. I sat with her every chance I could get.
One day, she came in late and had to sit in the front row. I watched her as she mumbled and grumbled. Again the teacher kept on talking over her slurry speech. After a while the teacher turned and wrote some notes on the board. As he did this, I saw her stick her finger up her nose and pick to china for what seemed like an eternity. Everyone saw because she was in the front. When the teacher turned around, he caught a glimpse of what she was doing. He did a double take, smiled, and looked on with a silly expression on his face. I was about to laugh. I sat and continued to watch her as she placed her dirty finger in her fist and lean against it for a few minutes. Then she looked around and crept her skanky finger up to her mouth and stuck it in. YUCK!!!!! I have not seen that since kindergarten. I spit my coffee out and excused myself from the room. I ran to the bathroom and laughed so hard I was crying. I thought about all the others who witnessed that, including the teacher who dropped his jaw………..
This was only the beginning for my mad fascination to watch her strange quirky ways…
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