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Wednesday, October 12
ON CAMPUS, YOU'RE SAFE TO SING CAROLE KING HITS
In my Environmental Science class yesterday morning, the prof was giving a lecture on seasons. Yes, the seasons. Being the nerd that I totally am, I was sitting at the very front of the class. That doesn't necessarily mean I was paying any attention.
He was talking about something I still cannot comprehend (leaf coverage on a tree's bad hair day blah blah) and presented us with a graph on the projector thingamabob.
"Take a look at this graph -- Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall..."
And in such weird timing I had said, pretty damn loud -- yes, "...all you've gotta do is call."
Right when I said the word "call" I couldn't believe what I had done. Saying stupid shit in the morning comes with the sedation one feels at a 9AM class.
Thinking that I was going to be the laughing aim of this class till the end of the semester, only one person laughed.
Then he winked at me.
That was kinda weird.