Bleh, I Suck.

I checked the room number three times. 218. Found the room with the number 218. The room was packed. Which made me think one thing, “I must be in the wrong classroom.” I quickly glanced at what was on someone’s desk, being passed around. Said something about linguistics. I said, “Oops, wrong class” and stepped out.

I looked at the room number. 218. I checked my Almighty Notepad. 218.

I didn’t have the testicular fortitude to go back in there. I like it better when nobody shows up for recitation, then you can just come in late and walk in the back door without disturbing everybody. Had I tried to walk back in there and find a seat, everybody would have been looking at me. If that wasn’t the first day of class (for the recitation), I wouldn’t have cared. But… *sighs*

I said I was actually going to attend my recitations this year. *laughs* I’ve been to both of my Descrete recitations. I dare say the TA is better at explaining things than the professor. Maybe because his motivation is simply, “Learn this because it’s on the test, I don’t give a fuck about some elaborate stories relating it to the world.” I like it like that. Of course, his attitude, the TA’s isn’t REALLY like that. He just seems to go faster. Strange when your TA can lecture better than your professor. I’m serious.

So yeah, I’m skipping my Programming Languages recitation. I wouldn’t care so much, if I was sitting in my dorm room. I’m in the lab. I’ve gotten used to writing shit with people next to me and walking around behind me. What’s the worst that can happen, they find out I SKIPPED CLASS? Oh, the horrible sin it is. I’ve gotten far too used to being fashionably late to class. Usually no more than ten minutes. I never leave early. Go on, lecture for a few hour hours, I’m not going anywhere! But, no, that rarely happens.

*sighs* Well, at least I’ll be early for my Numb Anal class. (Numerical Analysis) The lectures were packed, just like my Prog Lang classes. I’m expecting a packed recitation. Bleh.

Well, at least I had a taco salad before I headed to the bus stop. Food and jews = good.

Addendum: I’m not RCing his entry, because it would just stir up drama. However, if you feel like reading something, check out Goethe’s entry(s). He’s taken Mister Woof to task, and far better than most people would be able to. Make your own judgement.