I picked out an early class this spring semester called 'Myth, Magic and Religion'. It's under Anthropology and it was a big 3400 class so I thought it would be good to take and get one of those under my belt. It started at 8:30am, meaning I had to wake up at 7:45am to get to the school on time. No good for me. I guess when I was picking classes out I just thought, "oh, I'll just start waking up at that time from now on." The earliness wasn't that big of a deal-breaker though. I get there and everyone in my class is a freak. I could just tell. Maybe I'm cranky. These people were losers and I was cooler than them. The professor walks in and he's this old, chubby, conservative-looking man. He opens his mouth and it's hard to make out anything he says cuz he mumbles. He's a total introvert like me that doesn't use many facial mucles. He's absolutely boring. I'm now sure that I'm not doing this class. He also has 4 text-books he expects us to buy. After scanning through the topics on the calendar I knew this class would have too much magic potion than I would have liked. "Jan-27 - Ritual as the Reenactment of Myth" uughh. blaah. more religion.
Anyway, hate the class,
BUT! it's only 8:50 now and it doesn't get out till 9:45. Problem.
There is over 30 people sitting in this small high-school-sized classroom. I sat in the back in the very middle row. Standing up and walking out of here was not going to be pleasant. I started thinking about just sitting the whole class through, embracing the boringness. Then I thought about all the wonderful things I could be doing in the library with this time before my next class: browse the web, look through books, relax.BLOG..
I thought about the people I look up to. Assertive sharks that take what they want when they want without a care of what other people think of them. Gangsters.
Today, I was going to be a Gangster.
I stood up and made my way to the front of the class. The professor stops what he's going over on the syllabus and asks, "wrong class?"
I'm still walking as fast as I can to the door aka freedom.
"uh ya I'm just not interested in this class anymore"
I think I heard like one girl slightly chuckle and then the room was silent.
I'm out the door.
wow.
that was hard.
but sooooooo worth it.
hahaa classic.
ReplyDeletei did this once on the first day too after realizing i did NOT want that professor and the class still had an hour to go. when i stood up to walk out the professor asked where i was going & i told him "sorry, i have a dentist appointment"... how lame is that?? then i never returned. haha so yeah... you were much more gangster-like.
p.s. i saw that class title and thought it sounded way cool to take. glad i know better now.
hahah i wish i could have witnessed that andrew
ReplyDeletehere's the link to my blog