So I’m sitting on the 4th floor of the library. I don’t know who had the idea of not having a “floor” near the window (about a 3 inch gap) to the 3rd floor was, but it’s a fantastic feature which allows you to listen to the conversations of the people below. The one corner of the 3rd floor was converted to a interactive classroom, but today a bunch of professors were having a meeting on internet classes (which was good for a laugh, because the one professor actually said she thought people who sign up for online classes are more stupid than conventional students).
Anyway. I went to look in my bag for my delicious strawberry banana yogurt and I accidentally fling my highlighter at the window. And down below. Their conversation went silent.
I now have a mission to get in to that classroom and get my Sharpie Accent highlighter, which I love dearly. The stupid Avery hi-lighters don’t compare to my Sharpie.
The lady next to me is reading this and I’d like to let her know that I can tell even if I haven’t turned my head. I can tell by the Watermelon Trident you are chewing. Also, I would like to let you know that the perfume you are wearing is making my stomach hurt and I’m not even pregnant. She now just said, “fucked up.” :roll2: