Thursday, September 22, 2005

I just ate a rotten cherry tomato. now I don't want any more...

currently:: listening to Kimya Davidson and beginning to think about maybe doing something today. Except it's 6:30. So it's a day wasted no matter how you cut it... unless I like, save a whale or something.

I'm thinking of a story to tell... here's one.

On monday I woke up early. Up by eight for an english lecture at ten. It's smart to leave the house at nine-ish or nine fifteen. I was pleased to be up and not in a rush. I puttered around, ate a banana, had a shower and packed my lunch. I felt pretty rested. On my way out the door I asked Des what time it was, I checked the clock in Des's room and it read 10:20... my lecture had started twenty minutes ago. I had no idea how I had been so off. I checked my room clock, and found the culprit. My clock read 9:20. I walked out the door shaking my head, at least I'd be on time for my tutorial.

I caught the last five minutes of lecture, my tutorial starts directly after but I couldnt find the room it's in. So I got to the room maybe five minutes late.

The door was locked.

Not only was it locked, it was double locked. Evidently my TA didn't like late-comers. I winced and knocked twice. Nothing. The T.A. didn't even pause in his lecture. Obviously he had somesort of policy about being on time or not at all. I wasn't about to be the idiot who can't take a hint and bangs on the door really loud. So after a second of thought, I pulled out my books, put my ear to the door and took notes for an hour. I had comments and questions and everything, but he couldnt see my hand raised from the other side of the door.

After the tutorial let out, I went in to introduce/explain myself.

'Hello, I'm Meag Culkeen,' I said a little apologetically. 'I'm in your tutorial, I was a little late, and your door was locked?' I gestured toward the door.

'Oh!' he said, 'the door was locked?'

'Yeah, double locked' I said. 'I knocked'.

'I musn't have heard you', he said, waving me off. 'Next time just bang on the door really loud.'



Only me.



1 Comments:

Blogger Shannon. said...

meaghan...only the most studious and cool little lawn gnome lover would eavesdrop on her own class. At york, a friend would have walked by, said "word" and I'd be in the Yogen fruz lineup before you could say cricket.

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