similar to the scene on "Diary of a Mad Black Woman"
So. Apparently, sometime between last semester and this- I have accidentally stepped into some sort of time portal and transported back to middle school. It’s horrible. I wish it on no one. Everyone looks extremely gawky and my boyfriend is like 6’’ shorter than I am and about 20 lbs lighter. (this was in fact true, for the record) and worst of all, my mother has not yet informed me that eyebrows aren’t supposed to resemble a caterpillar… yes. one long caterpillar… (how did I ever get a boyfriend anyway??)
The reason I know I have somehow transported back in time?? This is the only explanation I could come to after my class last Thursday. As 16 graduate students sat, patiently waiting for the instructor to finish reading the syllabus (something we obviously weren’t capable of doing on our own) our jaws dropped when she reached the “food policy….” Yes. the FOOD POLICY. Sixteen graduate students ranging from 23 to 40+ years of age, taking a 5 HOUR long NIGHT class have to follow a FOOD POLICY. “Students: if you bring in food for yourself, you have to bring in some for everyone in the class...” !!!!! …so there I was, lounging in the back of the class thinking “ blah, blah, blah, I can’t believe she’s reading the syllabus to us”…. Doodling on my paper… carrying on like 3 different text messaging conversations…(which I’m pretty good at btw) .. when I suddenly hear about this food policy nonsense! You can imagine my shock. That is 5 HOURS of class with 2 or 3, 15 min. breaks in between! Which means I either have to bring my dinner and leave it in my car, run down the stairs and out to my car to eat my cold meal in whatever time I have left, or go buy an over priced, tiny bag of chips out of the vending machine on every break… or of course, there’s always starvation. And if you’ve read any of my other entries on this thing… that’s not an option. BOOO to the FOOD POLICY. Oh! AND to top it off, she added in the “No Cell Phones” rule along with it!!!! What is she doing to me!? In a matter of minutes this old, gray haired, grandma jeopardized my very being by banning my two main sources of life!!! While in shock after hearing all this, I had visions of the Food/Phone Nazis searching us students before every class. Of course, they would find the sandwiches I would have hidden in the lining of my coat and my phone under my pony tail… but I would fight till the very end.. similar to the scene on “Diary of a Mad Black Woman” when Charles is dragging Helen from the house…. Needless to say, I am not looking forward to this class that meets every other Thursday… I’ll keep you posted.
