Tonight I was driving from BYU to the gym. I was headed north on University Parkway and I was around the area of Riverwoods (going towards the gym on 800 N). I was going approximately 55 miles per hours which I thought was acceptable since the speed limit was 50. There was a motorcycle man behind me who did not think that my speed was appropriate. I could tell that he didn't approve because he was following very closely behind me. Now maybe I should have been in the right lane but I wasn't and, well, that's not the point. I was scared too move with the motorcycle so close to me so I just kept doing what I was doing.
In no time at all motorcycle man got fed up. In true angry driver fashion he sped around me as quickly as he could. Once he was ahead of me I saw him make a sweeping motion with his arm and I thought that he was probably just flipping me off but then instead of a finger I saw what I can only guess was a shirt. That's right, a shirt. He threw the shirt at me!! It could have been a towel, it could have been underwear, but I believe it was a T-shirt. It landed on the road before it hit my car. What the crap!
Now for the good news.... Once I arrived at the gym I went swimming and none of the old men called me fat.
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Cold War
Even though I really should be social at school, I am really NOT. When I sit in my class I like to have plenty of space if possible. I don't want to be right next to anyone, I don't really want anyone touching me, and I don't want to deal with any bad smells that people could bring in with them. Really, I should be nice. I should be more friendly, but I'm not. I also like to find a location in the classroom where I can escape quick;y in case I need to. (Just a little habit that started after I had the unfortunate testing center experience)
Anyway, in my molecular bio class I have a seat that I like. I sat in the seat the first day and then again and again and again. It happens to be the perfect location...it is near the door, and near a trash can, I can get out quickly, and there aren't any people right behind me so I don't have to worry that someone is spying on me as I write this blog post (yes, I am in class right now).
So, here's the problem. Every once and a while this dummy girl steals my seat. For some reason, that makes me want to throw my empty diet coke can at her. I mean, she has to realize that it is my seat! It's not like we have assigned seats but, really, we are creatures of habit and after about the first week of class everyone pretty much sits in the same place. Clearly, I claimed this spot so it is somewhat shocking that dummy girl tries to take it.
Luckily for me, I usually arrive early to school and since I get here before the dummy I can claim my seat. There are, however, some days when I arrive right on time or even a little late she is in my seat! I walk in, look at dummy, she looks at me, and I take another seat. It is in that awkward moment that I feel like we are fighting a war, a cold war...she has to know that I claimed the seat first, she has to know that she has done something bad!
Since I don't have any real legal claim to the seat there is nothing I can do. So the war will go on. I will be on time, I will beat her! The cold war of biology will come to an end!
Anyway, in my molecular bio class I have a seat that I like. I sat in the seat the first day and then again and again and again. It happens to be the perfect location...it is near the door, and near a trash can, I can get out quickly, and there aren't any people right behind me so I don't have to worry that someone is spying on me as I write this blog post (yes, I am in class right now).
So, here's the problem. Every once and a while this dummy girl steals my seat. For some reason, that makes me want to throw my empty diet coke can at her. I mean, she has to realize that it is my seat! It's not like we have assigned seats but, really, we are creatures of habit and after about the first week of class everyone pretty much sits in the same place. Clearly, I claimed this spot so it is somewhat shocking that dummy girl tries to take it.
Luckily for me, I usually arrive early to school and since I get here before the dummy I can claim my seat. There are, however, some days when I arrive right on time or even a little late she is in my seat! I walk in, look at dummy, she looks at me, and I take another seat. It is in that awkward moment that I feel like we are fighting a war, a cold war...she has to know that I claimed the seat first, she has to know that she has done something bad!
Since I don't have any real legal claim to the seat there is nothing I can do. So the war will go on. I will be on time, I will beat her! The cold war of biology will come to an end!
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