Monday, February 25, 2008

Communications Studies

Im sitting in my Comm class, a medium-sized auditorium dedicated to psychology and communications lectures - a giant poster of the periodic table tacked onto the north facing wall. The room slopes upwards toward the back of the classroom... we sit in mustard-yellow chairs (the kind that have the pull-out desk on their sides) and theres hardly, if any, elbow space between these seats. Im not sure if its a student or a teacher... who is seated in my row, on the opposite side of the room, and being overly-exciting with the professor. Laughing a little too hard. Giggling too much. She's blonde and very OC. She seems to take quite an interest in gender studies ... the type that happens under the sheets after a first, emotionally constricted date night out. She's trying way too hard to make an impression on this guy. Why is this teacher so goddamn good-looking??
Im waiting to have the classroom fill up - the volume of conversations picks up every minute. The more people come in, the louder it gets. I can hear the typical "Oh my god!" scream from the girls who partied too hard last night. The usual "when is the test?" Class starts in 6 minutes, and i cant wait until im walking out of here.

I need a change of pace. Life is way too typical.

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