Week 3 in da hizzie

I know I'm behind on posting, but get over it because I'm a college student, and I have priorities like watching Duck Dynasty, ummm I mean studying. Wednesday I got to my Chem class early, as usual, and just went ahead and sat in the classroom instead of waiting in the Arctic cold hallway. I was the only studious person in there, so I took the time to look over my notes and text Melissa Holt...yeah I was shocked too she was awake that early, but I guess that happens when you have a job. Anyway, I'm sitting there and the door opens and the lights get brighter. Apparently they weren't all turned on and I didn't even notice...No this is not a metaphor for my thinking ability. Geez! Turns out it was the little gray headed/bearded professor. He asks me if I was doing homework and I said I was texting. haha. I'm a winner. Then he asks me why I was taking that Chem class. He kinda mumbles sometimes and I didn't quite understand everything he said...goodness who's the old person now....he had said something about me being a post-bacc student. I told him I had never had Chemistry before and I needed it in order to take the next Chem class I needed. He asked if they wouldn't just let me take the class, so I lied because I didn't really know the answer because I never checked, I just assumed (you know where that gets you), and I said no. He just looked at me like I was an idiot. I'm really glad my verbal diarrhea problem didn't kick in and flood him with a ton of info he could care less about. I dodged a bullet. He then left the room and didn't come back until class started, btw this is the first time I've ever witnessed him in the room that early to randomly straighten the podium and the first time I had ever talked to the man. There are two options about my professor interaction. One...I have a stalker because I'm dead sexy...who's the Cougar now?!?! Two...I look WAY old and he could tell by looking at all the students in class who I was based on my enrollment information, which still leans toward stalker. I think he also reads my blog because the Celly/Telly/Phonie or whatever I called him got BUSTED being on his cell phone. Boom!!!

When I get out of class on Thursdays, it's about 11 am. This is the time normal students get to campus, but as I've said/other people have told me, "the early bird gets the worm" or in this case a parking spot. I was walking to my car and had to cross a street in order to get there. This guy stopped to let me walk across, he rolled down his window, and I thought he was gonna say, "dang girl, you must be jelly cause jam don't shake like that!" but he didn't. He asked if I was leaving and I said yes and I was parked on the 2nd row. He said he'd meet me there. I keep walking to my car and now I'm in the parking lot. This red car with a HOT guy driver stops and asks if I was leaving, I told him Yes, but that I had promised my spot to some other guy. Red car hottie said he was gonna offer me a ride to my car...I should have said, heck yes I'll take a ride and then make him drive in circles around the parking lot "trying to find my car" while I snap chatted his pic, only to have him drop me off right where we originally started. I walk about 5 more steps and get stopped AGAIN by another guy wanting me...I mean my spot. I had to break the news that I was already taken, geez, my spot was already taken. Finally, the first guy finds me and the parking lot soap opera ended. I learned that I need to advertise that I get good parking spots, and I'll have men flocking to me!!  

Week 3 is over and I have a ton of homework! You two readers should feel honored I took the time to update you on my week!! :)

Catch ya on the flip side,

Pippen