Emily has harassed me enough into doing a blog post. Although I am not happy doing it, I would like to take this opportunity to say up front, if my blog is not up to par with Emily's, I'm going to blame it on the fact it's two in the morning and I, like Emily, still suffer from jetlag.
I'm also hungry...
Well, I guess I could start with a day in the life of awkward, anti-social, quiet KK at her second day of MCTC!
1st hour- English 1110- Your basic college English class. Nothing too out of the ordinary happened there. My English teacher seems like the strict but nice sort of lady. Plus she's not too tough on the eyes if you know what I mean. Anywho, I should rewind to roughly 8:28 a.m., 32 minutes before my first hour, when my panties were still in a bundle because I had no clue where my science class was. Well, the girl at front desk I happened to know from Southwest (Jessica D.) and she let me linger around the counter for a half hour which was nice. I fetched Snapple for her from the cafeteria. I'm her slave now until this Friday.
Anyways, fast forward to second hour!!! (I thought I should write in exclamations like Emily always does... maybe it'll make me seem extra sweet too).
2nd Hour- Environmental Science 4934- Well, I saw Robert Muller. Turns out we have second hour together. I used to go to elementary school with him. He definitely did not recognize me but in my state of loneliness I considered reintroducing myself until it was then I realized he was looking back at me! Well, this moment of euphoria only lasted a few seconds because I realized he was glaring at me. Almost as if he was saying "Please stop smiling like that at me, people are beginning to stare and I can't remember your name." So I retreated back to the corner. Probably for the best, he's kind of fugly now. And come to think of it, the squinting could be the result of his supreme highness at the time. Actual class, not much happened. My teacher's going to let me call him Rob (O.K. and he's letting the rest of the class call him Rob too... but that's beside the point) and he has shoulder length hair with a beard. So I figured if Robert M. and I can't be best friends than who better to replace him with than my science teacher with the same name! Most memorable moment was some girl kept breathing funny throughout the last half of the class and it was incredibly distracting. So it's all I'm really able to remember about the class.
3rd Hour- Something with success and college in the title 2954- Finally! I found my ghetto class. My teacher let us all know off the bat that it took her nine years to get her four year degree. And she was one of the only ones in her family of seven to go to college. On top of that, her sister ran away from home when she was sixteen, did lots of drugs, didn't feel like having rules for her kids because she didn't like rules, and her daughter got pregnant at 15. Then her sister's granddaughter is currently pregnant with her second child at age 17. I was of course over joyed by this news because I love babies and have been looking for baby sitting jobs since Theo and Raina could look after themselves. So, I slipped her a piece of paper with my name and number. Slightly kidding... It should be an easy A though. But this is the class with my munchkin man. Story of the munchkin man. He's a man that looks like a munchkin with a super round beer belly, too blue eyes, bald head and a short stature. He can't be taller than 5'3''. His little feet would dangle off the ground. It was kind of funny. Anyways, we were numbered off into groups and of course, he's in my group. Our first task was to find things we all had in common. Well, after I threw out a few of my hobbies like writing, drawing, needlework, collecting rocks from my lawn, crying for the heck of it and playing traditional celtic tunes on the accordian and finding no one shared my love for any of these things, another girl thought she'd throw out a few ideas. She asked if we all liked to party. (I do like parties but these are not your average Disney themed parties she was talking about). Everyone said yes, and I didn't want to bring the group any more embarrassment then I already had, so I said I liked to party as well. When I said this, munchkin said "Oh yeeeaaaahh, that's good... that's good". I was a little creeped out so I just avoided eye contact (Which was hard because he was sitting six inches away from me and every time I looked at him I wanted to tickle him. You'd understand if you saw him). Then the next question was "So we all must be eighteen" and munchkin immediately says "No" so the girl asks him how old he is. We wait a good ten or fifteen seconds as he dazes into space then responds with "24". It was at that moment munchkin man lost all of his tickle appeal. I bolted out of there and to went to Subway. Everything went fine until I realized I had no one to eat with. Yeah, yeah, big deal, I have friends. I swear. But again, I made Jessica let me eat at the counter of the front desk. Though she made me eat over the garbage bin a few feet away when a bunch of lettuce fell out of my sandwich onto the floor. *sigh*
Last Class- I no longer remember the name of any classes. Something to do with education?- I actually like this class too. Nothing too unusual happened. Sat in the corner... literally. Same old, same old.
Bus ride home, I eavesdropped on three kids around the age of eleven sitting in front of me. I even laughed sometimes at the things they said. They noticed every time, so at the end of the day, the biggest creeper was me.
I now hope Emily will never ask me to write another blog after this treacherously long post.
