Stats Class or I’m too cool for this….
So, I’m back in school. My only condolence in this is that I’m almost done with it and ready to graduate. I totally deserve that degree. One yucky class to go: Statistics 121.(They should give that class a higher number because it deserves it. I really don’t like math. I hope I don’t have to do too much math.) The rest are English classes. Yay!
Here are my random trains (mostly unattached) of thought while I sat in class today:
So, I’m totally sitting in class at the BYU Salt Lake Center. I’m going to be okay because I have my favorite pen. It doesn’t erase, but that’s okay.
I don’t think I’m the oldest one here. I think there is ONE person older than me, and only by a year or two. I’m okay with that because I am surprisingly hip. But apparently not so smart because the binder I grabbed has NO PAPER IN IT!!!
So I’m here for a two and half hour class with no paper. Oh, wait, I just found my journal. I can keep notes in my journal. Whew. College fail narrowly avoided.
But in spite of the fact that I’m practically twice the age of most of the people here, I’m still totally cool college student stuff: I drove here in Ghetto Cruiser, my “new” car. (I’m sure it was waaay cooler in 1994 when it was knew. But nobody, and I mean, NOBODY, can touch the speaker system that rocks the Ghetto Cruiser. I can barely listen to the radio without my brain being vibrated out of my head. Clearly not the right car for me, because the subwoofer takes up the entire trunk with NO room for groceries. Spencer will love it when he gets his license next year, but for now it’s mine. Lucky. Me.)
Also, I’m college because I’m sporting my awesome Mac. I love my Mac. And I have a slice of cold pepperoni pizza in my messenger bag. I’m. Not. Even. Kidding. I’m. Hungry.
It is really hard to sit here. Because Statistics is probably the LAST place I want to be. Okay, there has to be someplace else worse. Let me think………….um. Okay. I finally thought of something. I would rather be here than in the hospital DYING from a terminal illness. That would be worse.
I can’t even remember my times tables! What in the heck am I doing in college statistics!!!! Who are the warped people that make up the whole requirement to graduate class list anyway. Do they have any idea of the HELL they are putting me through?! I did College Algebra. It nearly killed me. And now this. I should have opted for the four years of foreign language. If I had gone on my mission to Spain, I could have tested out of Spanish and then I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. Still. It was a good move to marry Cowboy instead. He’s almost 40 and still pretty hot. So, maybe Statistics is worth it. Good thing I’m almost done.
Okay the teacher is ten minutes late. Is that a bad sign?
Okay, I just organized some random files on my computer.
Now the teacher is 20 minutes late. The paint on the wall is an awesome shade of green. I must say.
I’m not going to happy if this teacher doesn’t show up. I should be making friends here. What am I thinking. Friends with Statistical Maniacs. Yes. I SOOO do not feel like networking today.
I feel like landing an agent today. That’s what I feel like . . . .
It’s a really beautiful day. I can see West High Students running around the track. I wish I were out there with them. Running would be WAAAAYYYY better than Stats.
Maybe this class will help me with my writing. I could come up with a main (or secondary character for that matter) who is a statistic whiz. Huh. That does NOTHING for me. I’m just not brainiac enough for that….
Okay, now the teacher is 30 minutes late!!!!!I think I need a nap. Lunchtime fatigue setting in. Except that I didn’t eat lunch yet. Totally random conversations wafting through the air making me even more tired, because I want some juicy gossip not discussing school stuff. So. Boring.
Yawning has set in now.
Student just announced that the professor thought that class was at 2:30 and he’ll be here in 5 minutes. Bummer.
Just spied a cute college student with a phone IDENTICAL to mine– I told you I was cool.
I’m going to have to upload this later, because I have not figured out how to work the internet here. Cool college student FAIL!
I know. I’m in reality pretty pathetic. But there are worse things….Dying in the hospital is worse than statistics. That is going to be my new mantra.
Next week, I’m totally wearing my chuck taylor’s. Then I’ll be even MORE in.
Totally.
I think class is going to be over before the teacher even gets here. He’s forty minutes late.
My eyes are watering because I keep yawning. I think I see another person older than me. She has reading glasses, she has to be older than me. That’s two people older than me.
I’m so cool. If I say it enough, I might believe it. Nah. Probably not.
If I fall asleep, I’ll totally drool on my notebook. I mean. Journal. Since I didn’t bring a notebook.
Holy Crap. I just saw ANOTHER student with a phone like mine. I ooze coolness. Hold on, let me get out my phone so that everyone can see it. I need someone to text me right now and then I could really really look cool.
I now have a song in my head. Veggie Tales tune: Oh where is my teacher. Oh where is my teacher. Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where (nine times)… is my teacher?
It’s been more than five minutes! No sign! Can I even think of today
Oh, here he is!!!
Oh. Goodie.
