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Good morning sunshine,
“Chapstick. I’m out of chapstick.” My lips felt like the desert. I scavenged around in every single drawer and pocket until I sunk into my chair, my back against my bed frame, defeated. I gave into the temptation of licking my dry lips and I sighed. I looked to my right and saw my purse. Turned my head again when I remembered. Deep in the tiny pocket, I had stored my very last tube of lip relief. I threw up the fist that was clutching the tube and thought about collapsing to the ground on my knees, praising the chapstick gods, but decided against it. My lips were quenched. Finally.
Last Wednesday, I was forced go to Spanish class and I did it grudgingly. I presented a lovely powerpoint of my family and soon after I had finished my presentation, my professor started asking people random questions. Somehow television shows were brought up and one girl said she liked Supernatural. My professor asked if it was like Doctor Who. The guy sitting next to me and I dropped our jaws as he pretended to climb into his Tardis and time travel. The guy next to me stuttered as he asked if my professor was a fan to which he replied MUCHO! My jaw stayed dropped for a good thirty seconds until it was replaced with a huge, dorky smile. Another reason to love my quirky, old Spanish profe. (: In speech class, I was assigned a speech. Obviously. My final speech. I present this week so I should probably work on that, eh? During class, my professor asked if there were any education majors in the class. I raised my hand and everyone gave me a weird look. Last that they had known, I was gonna emphasize in journalism. I had mumbled “Changed my major again” and my professor was like “Oh, Nicole! Nicole’s gonna be our teacher today.” First off, I was surprised that he remembered my name because he still gets Brad and Cody and Brandon mixed up and every one else he just forgets. Second of all, I chuckled along with the class thinking he was just messing around until he said “You think I’m joking, I’m not” with a hearty laugh. So an hour passed and I was summoned to the white board. Honestly, my “teaching” was just writing on the board, calling on people, and summarizing, which I butchered terribly. But my class loved me and still applauded me profusely. Two people even complimented me. Maybe I am just that good…or they were all just glad they didn’t have to do it.
Thursday, I finally gained the courage to go talk to my biology professor during his office hours to see if I could take my final early, in hopes of coming home a whole three days earlier. That was before I found out my speech final got moved to Friday as well. I won’t be home early ): Anyways, I entered his office with a smile on my face. “HI!” I had said. He immediately brightened up into this helpful ball of cheer. We discussed the final and he had said he’d try to set an alternate test date on that Wednesday. That discussion lasted about a minute and as much as I wanted to leave, the poor guy looked like he wanted company. So I asked if there was anything to do about my grade even though it’s perfectly above average. We spent some time calculating my grade to which he praised and somehow we got talking about my major, my hometown, and before I knew it I had told him my life story. I walked out of that room with my face to my palm. I had exposed myself to him and now he believes we’re friends as he now uses me as a focal point during his lectures. I have to actually look like I’m happy to be there now. Thank goodness there’s only two more weeks of classes left.
Friday, my roommate went home and I had just snuggled into the futon with the Doctor Who theme song playing in my ears when I heard about five hundred knocks on my door. It was two of my friends. Who were half drunk. We started talking in my room until another friend and these two other guys joined us. Pretty soon I had a beer in my hand and we were laughing as we retold high school stories. How the boys had TP’d their school with $500 worth of toilet paper and how they created a cheating line in one of their classes. Two of the boys complained about girls. It was pretty interesting seeing these boys crack. A couple of my wing mates came into the room and one was completely trashed. The boys changed their names and talked all big until her roommate finally talked her into going to bed. Then one of my friends soon fell asleep on my shoulder and another started using permanent marker on his face until he woke up. It was 1:30 when the boys left and I received multiple hugs and apologies for disturbing my night even though I had a pretty great night. I hadn’t laughed that hard in a while.
Saturday was spent watching Doctor Who until dinner when I met the guys. They were gonna go out again that night, but I decided to pass. I skyped my friend in Louisiana and my boyfriend for a few hours each. It was a lovely night where I went to bed way too late, but it was lovely talking with my besties(:
Sunday I met my only girl friend besides my roomie, who I had taken Intro to College Life with, for dinner at the GWAM. I hadn’t seen her for a couple months and as soon as I sat down, I remembered why we had become friends in the first place. We never stopped talking. It was like boom. Again, I updated her with my life and she with me. She loves Doctor Who too. We spent at least fifteen minutes discussing which characters we liked and which we didn’t. I definitely want to stay in touch with this girl. She’s gonna go places.
Monday, I skipped my two classes that day and spent most the day in bed. I felt sick and exhausted and I didn’t want to move until dinner with the guys again. My roommate was gone at a class, but it was good nonetheless.
This coming weekend I’m heading to Eau Claire again so I am definitely looking forward to Friday. I hope you all have had an amazing week. May this week pass as quickly as I would like it to. Lots of love!
Xoxo
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