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So yeah....apparently I'm one of the few students on campus with more then 2 brain cells...
its the first day of classes, I've been assigned 2 reading assignments due by next class period, so I make it a point to print out my class schedule, and wander off to the campus book store.
Inside I'm asked how they can help me, I say I need some books for class and she leads me off through the stacks, she asks which classes I'm taking and show her my schedule, and a look of utter relief crosses her face, "Well that makes this easier, you wouldn't believe how many kids have come in this morning/afternoon wanting books too and don't even have a clue on which ones they need! And Most of them are graduate students."
So we grab my books, and I have a slight brain burp, trying to grab an American history book from NEXT term's class (after 1877). And listen to a group of boys near by trying to convince each other who's cooler.
Typical "gangsta" style clothing....pants around their ankles, off center ball caps, whole 9 yards....and most of them at LEAST a foot taller then me...the bookstore lady and I try to make our way past them, my arms loaded down with books, and one shining example of human depravity looks me up and down and says "hey baby, why don't you ditch those books and do something useful for me..." complete with eye waggle and hip thrust.
I turn and say "sorry I don't have a microscope....or tweezers for that matter"
I swear to god I heard the lady with me almost choke herself with contained laughter, as we walked past them where I also heard the shamed one call me a whore and a nerd....man if I wasn't short on time I'd of said "that's a geek not a nerd...and I keep myself to clean to be a whore."
I love humans sometimes....really I do....
its the first day of classes, I've been assigned 2 reading assignments due by next class period, so I make it a point to print out my class schedule, and wander off to the campus book store.
Inside I'm asked how they can help me, I say I need some books for class and she leads me off through the stacks, she asks which classes I'm taking and show her my schedule, and a look of utter relief crosses her face, "Well that makes this easier, you wouldn't believe how many kids have come in this morning/afternoon wanting books too and don't even have a clue on which ones they need! And Most of them are graduate students."
So we grab my books, and I have a slight brain burp, trying to grab an American history book from NEXT term's class (after 1877). And listen to a group of boys near by trying to convince each other who's cooler.
Typical "gangsta" style clothing....pants around their ankles, off center ball caps, whole 9 yards....and most of them at LEAST a foot taller then me...the bookstore lady and I try to make our way past them, my arms loaded down with books, and one shining example of human depravity looks me up and down and says "hey baby, why don't you ditch those books and do something useful for me..." complete with eye waggle and hip thrust.
I turn and say "sorry I don't have a microscope....or tweezers for that matter"
I swear to god I heard the lady with me almost choke herself with contained laughter, as we walked past them where I also heard the shamed one call me a whore and a nerd....man if I wasn't short on time I'd of said "that's a geek not a nerd...and I keep myself to clean to be a whore."
I love humans sometimes....really I do....
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