I was walking from the Library to the JFSB square and snow was lightly drifting down, almost imperceptibly. I was walking by some one and I heard him say to his friend in a slightly aggravated tone: "Dude, I'm pretty sure God does NOT have dandruff..." Then they were out of earshot. I laughed because of his seriousness and decided to update my Fbook status, so I pulled out my phone and started texting. Arabic James was still talking to Rachel Manning, but Arabic Jenni had already jumped ship into the JFSB, presumably on her way to the HRLC. I walked through the square trying to text with my gloves on, so it took a little bit of time and I was approaching the planters on the other side when I started worrying about running into people. I remembered someone talking about how annoying it was when people were texting and not watching where they were walking. I almost felt guilty, but remembered that walking-speed collisions don't hurt that much and sometimes even lead to marriage. No problem. I kept on texting. Then some one said "Hey, watch where you're going!" I looked up and it was Arabic Alex. "Fine!" I said, "I'll just sit her and finish the text." So, I sat down and finished the text.
As I was pushing the send button, I heard two voices saw "Scott!" I looked up and had already starting walking with them before I realized it was Steph Tardiff and Scott Haynie. "Hey, kids." I said. Then Steph said, "Where are you going." "Home," I said. "You're walking in the wrong way," she said. "I know," I said. "Do you have an 8-o'clock class?" she asked. "Yeah." I said. "And you have a break right now?" she asked. We were in the middle of the JFSB square by now and I said, "Yeah, My next class is at 11..." I said just as a girl from my 11-o'clock class walked by in front of us, "with that girl." I pointed at her, which was okay because she wasn't facing me. Then I said slightly quieter, "Hi, Meg." that's her name. Then Meg waved her hand, without even looking back. Ha! And here I was, thinking she hadn't heard what I said or even recognized me. Boy, was I wrong. She sure got me there.
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