We were told last week that our English class would be meeting in the Friedman building for Monday's class. This is the building that the liiibarry in. We have met in the libarry several other times without difficulty. We were told that we would be meeting in this building and going upstairs to some little rooms that I had never seen before, and meeting one-on-one with our professor to discuss our standings in the class. I'm at a strong B+, and she said that I can easily nab another A in this class. That is a digression. I went to the library, where I saw many classmates. I sat down with a confirmed weirdo whos good side I would like to be on when he decides to lose his shit. I immediately noticed that our reliably punctual teacher was not there. I gripped up a Cooks Illustrated, read through it for a little bit and axed "is this lady here, or what?" Creepmaster Daniel said "no" showed his prowess in the pause department, and continued "if she's not here in the next fifteen minutes I'm leaving." Sounds like a plan, why wait?
Observing everyone's disinterest, I asked if anyone had checked upstairs, being careful to avoid eye contact, not wanting to provoke a charge. "No" of course not. Thank you for administering a "why would we do that/what is wrong with you" stare from those wideset peepers. Holy shit, "uh, how do you get up there?" "You go that way, then that way then there's a door and then you go up the staaaairs." It was just as clear with the gestures, so I ended up in some off-to-the-side office where a very nice lady gave me human instructions. I went upstairs, explored the beautiful new playground that I was discovering, and through a glass wall noticed the long blonde '80s mop that belonged to our absent teacher. I went in and was greeted more warmly than I expected. "I take it we're not meeting in the library..." "Nope, is that what you guys thought?" "It sure looks that way, would you like me to go get everybody?" Nah, fuck it, Matt, let's just bro it on down "would you mind?" Of course not.
Back at the book place I grabbed my coat and annonced that we were supposed to be upstairs. It broke my heart having to give them the news, the looked so darned happy. I went back to the stairs along with maybe two others while the rest of the class, I don't know how many, turned the other way to see how many idiots could fit in an elevator.
The individual meetings, at least mine, lasted about thirty seconds each. What makes me happy is seeing how happy everybody was not questioning the situation. Our teacher asked if we head gotten her e-mail. I had not, and I'd checked about eight minutes before class.
Ignorance being equal to bliss, everyone seemed to be totally ignorant without each other. It's nice to see such a level of independence in people.
No comments:
Post a Comment