losing my blog virginity ,oh my.

I understand that school is a place which welcomes people of all different backgrounds, histories, and ages. I have also come to find that just about every class has a tolken old person. This term I happen to be taking night classes, which grants me not just one, but MANY tolken old people within my classes.

As I step into my class, I walk in quietly with my ipod and sit on the far end of the room, in the center row.
.....It has come to my attention over the years that by sitting in the front row you appear too eager to learn, but by sitting in the last row, the professor with eye you down and likely make some strange excuse about wanting the class to feel more like a family so the people in the back row should join the rest of the class and move on in with everybody else. By sitting in the center rows, you will be golden...

So here I am, sitting in class waiting for the rest of class to proceed in, looking for familair faces. All of a sudden, I recognize somebody. Her name is brandi. I met her my freshman year in a psych class and havent forgotten her since. Why? you might ask? Well, since I know you did ask I will tell you. Back in freshman year I was eager to meet new people and took it upon myself to introduce myself to those sitting around me. The girl sitting next to me this day was obviously a track and field athlete and was pretty intimidating if I do say so myself..but none the less here I go and ask her what her name is. As I kindly stick out my hand and introduce myself as katie, she introduces herself as "brandi, lik the alcohol". this introduction on her part was not given with a smile or anything or that sort, but she held eye contact for a moment longer then turned back around to the front. How silly of brandi to think that she needed to intice me to remembe
r her name by stirring up alcohol into the equation when really, I thought of my dog that had died when i was in the third grade named brandi. despite smelling really bad just about all the time, she was wonderful. brandi the dog, not the girl.

speaking of stink, I think I must. As I watched the rest of the class walk into the room, not a single person sat within 4 seats on me on either side. As a fellow obsessioner of people ands their smells, you would think that me of all people would be one of the cleanliness, but alas, little do I know, Im probably know as the stinky. my fellow classmates not sitting by me probably sends out a silent siren, but all too efficient warning signal to stay away. sad day.

oh, on a side note..as if this entire post wasnt a side note..
SO as I was walking on my way to class Im walking down a single pathway in which for at least a couple hundred feet its me and this boy walking towards eachother. I hate situations such as these because theres is a good 20 seconds in which you are headed straight for eachother. Anyhow, after my 20 seconds of facing eachother were up and I am a mere 12 inches from him he does something that shocks me. out of nowhere, this boy who is wearing patched overalls with one leg rolled up, begins to make the most detestable noise. He begins to hawk up a huge load of phlem. He did this forf an excruciatingly long 8-10 seconds. After he finished by projecting his load of phlem onto the sidewalk he looked me straight in the eye and bowed down to me while clearly saying " excusez moi" followed by a large smile. All I have to say to that is....
..... ok I have nothing to say.

ok so sham sham is hurrying me to finish. I suppose my tales of warren, cindy, and kim, the tolken old peole in my class will have to wait for a later date.