Okay, Jamie, it's 9:45. You have history, let's do this!
Man, I'm tired, why was staying up until 1 A.M. a good idea again? What was I even doing...definitely nothing productive. We're talking about Iran...why does the top of my paper say Persian Empire though? Alright, get back to the lecture.
Me: @ the professor:
I lost track, frankly.
Why do people yawn?
I once heard that yawns are contagious. Tha's weird. Wait...speaking of contagious did I get my flu shot yet? Those sh*ts important I don't want the flu.
Flu...flute. LOL remember in fourth grade they made you play the flute, that was hilarious. Okay, Persians, right? All I hear is mumbling, my professor is coughing and sneezing a lot. Wait - those are symptoms of the flu. Here I am sitting in the front row of the class cause I want to learn but I'm going to die because of this guy's lack of hygiene. Doesn't he know this time of year is the time of the flu and sickness? Dammit.
Forget it, Where we at, um...words, motions, yelling, I'm lost.
What's the Silk Road?
Anyone, anyone? I shouldn't ask someone what the heck this guy is talking about cause I'll look incompetent. Wait...but isn't asking questions a good thing. I remember some proverb I learned in math class junior year. I had a weird teacher..."Tell me, I'll forget. Show me, I may remember. But involve me, and I'll understand." Hm, I'm not understanding I guess I'm not involved.
I have two clubs later today.
Man those are fun. I also have to write an article on Wednesday by 5 P.M. cause ya girl's not trying to get a strike.
This isn't bowling.
Awe, bowling. I remember my best friend came over and her and my siblings and I went to this really sketchy bowling alley. They sold corn dogs for $3.00. Why do people have a fear of the number 13? It's called triskaidekaphobia. I remember learning that in middle school. We learned about a lot of phobias. I learned the fear of long words, "Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia." How ironic that's the longest word I know. Is it in Latin, is it in Greek? It can't be English. That's who I'll ask, my reading teacher. The man is legit a genius.
You know to be a genius requires an IQ of 130...mine's like 100.
I think...maybe I can take an IQ test. Eh, probably not that requires a lot of work.
You know what doesn't require a lot of work?
Soup. Man, I love soup. I love soup more than life itself I am definitely going to have some soup as soon as possible, not the soup in the dining hall though. My dad bought me some home. It's called minestrone soup. It has a tomato base and it's full of vegetables and other stuff. Here's a recipe if you're interested. Wow, what am I doing my brain is going so fast and I still have fifteen minutes of this class.
Maybe if I can go to the bathroom the time will pass by faster!
*gets up*
*leaves*
*goes to bathroom*
*plays on phone*
*comes back*
Me: How on Earth is this professor still talking? How much can someone possibly say? Seriously, I don't know I've been thinking about other things this whole time.
Well, the class is done with. Wait, what did this man just say? Test next week. F*ck.