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Wednesday, October 12   >>


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.

The professor.

Then he winked at me.

That was kinda weird.