This is my day. It begins with a pumpkin chocolate chip muffin, a banana, some orange juice and vanilla yogurt. I studied furiously while blowing some time editing photos and listening to songs that make me pine.
Then I went to class. I drove to campus listening to power songs on the radio and jamming to blow some nerves. I jaunted to class. Yes. Jaunted. I OWNED that test. I walked out feeling a 100%.
Having left the test with time to spare, I found myself with a full hour before my next class in which to enjoy the sunshine and do some religious reading. It was during this hour that I came up with my first observation. College kids eat things they would never ever eat in any other situation. Well, obviously we knew that already. I mean, I went through a spell last year where I couldn't bear to eat plain tomato soup so I cooked some rice to put in it. My ex-roommate ate rice with butter for every meal for a week. But that's not what we're talking about here. What I'm talking about is the way college students like to pretend they are being healthy. What? College? Healthy? Exactly.
See, here's the deal. I've noticed that people like to choose foods that travel well, are easy to pack, and pass for "healthy." Foods they would never eat if they were in their mother's pantry, and foods they will not bother to buy when they are out of school. How many people really ate yogurt for lunch or an afternoon snack in high school? A small number. Bad example. Let's try snow peas. Snow peas? Pretzels...always pretzels. Carrots. Full sized carrots. Bananas. Cucumbers. Whole wheat bread. Whole tomatoes. Soy beans.
I know these seem like normal foods...and they are. But think about it. We all play to it. As soon as you move out you consider the produce aisle with more thought. You stop buying white bread. You regularly put fruits and veggies you never packed in your lunch in older days in your lunch these days. (Confuzzlement?) Okay. Weak argument. Maybe. But think about it. Again. AGAIN. Then walk around campus and watch what people are eating. Then tell me I'm crazy.
SO THEN I go to my religion class. And all through class I hear a baby talking to himself in the back of the room. Baby? Baby. Oh. Baby. No big. Nobody says a thing about it.
In the very same class, a guy actually sits next to me. Unusual, because usually the seat next to me is empty. But the class was full today. He was nice. Used a cliche conversation starter about the weather. Asked where I was from. We talked about Nashville. Class starts. He starts making comments about the lesson. Now here's the funny thing about religion classes - everyone has their scriptures out. So you can learn anyone's name you want because it's all embossed on the front of their scriptures. HA. Fooled this kid. I never got my name put on.
He keeps talking to me. Finds out I sew. Touches my arm and says, "Did you sew this?" WHOA, STRANGER. Don't touch me. Creep. Then the roll comes around. I see him take his time marking it, glancing it up and down, smile as he hands it to me, and watch me take my pen to mark it. Oh. My. Gosh. He's waiting to see which box I check! Creep. So I try to mark it as quickly as possible and he LITERALLY jumps as he cranes his neck to try and identify me AS I'M PASSING THE ROLL TO THE AISLE IN FRONT OF ME. Desperate? Just ask. He did. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name..?" Don't be polite, creep.
As if that wasn't enough, we were in rows. Aka I had to walk out right behind him. I lagged behind so I wouldn't be caught walking out with him. Alas. I did not wait long enough. Next thing I know I'm walking out a door parallel to him. Then he gives me a hard time for not walking through the door he opened for me. Sorry pal, I saw a door in front of me and opened it myself. I was just walking. THEN we found ourselves awkwardly walking side by side with nothing to say...I don't even know this kid! But it's one of those rough spots where we're walking the same direction and there's no excuse to speed up or slow down pace without seeming rude...I finally threw all caution to the wind and speedwalked to my next class.
GERMAN READING PARTY! We were supposed to bring German food, but I was lazy so I made those really easy pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. I made about three dozen for the ten people in my class. There were precious few by the time the party was over. Shocking. Everyone loved them. As we were cleaning up I asked if anyone wanted any more cookies before I packed them away. This kid says, "Can I take some to my wife? These are her favorite." I thought, Aw, how sweet. Of course! So I handed him the container to take a few. He took the container from my hands and DUMPED THE REST OF THE COOKIES into the sack he was holding. Oh hey, when is your wife due? Don't know why else she'd want so many cookies. (Thanks for that pun Melinda.) I was dying of laughter.
PS. Did I mention my German teacher is almost 80 and grew up in Germany during WWII? Love him. And his accent.
Made a beautiful etching in my studio techniques class. LOVE it. Here are some pics.
Pre Acid
Post Acid
Printed!
Aaaaaand here's my watercolor from last week that I will eventually turn into a fresco. Ten points if you can tell me what it's supposed to be! Don't judge - those Prang watercolor sets don't come with very many colors to work with...
Anyway. That was a long stupid post, but I hope at least some of it was funny. Because I found it rather so. And I feel silly leaving that food thing in because in my head it really was so strange and I feel like nobody else is going to think it is strange. So I'm begging you to read and understand. And then tell me to go write an abstract on Foucault.
