What a stinky day!

Mondays and Wednesdays are my least favorite days of the week. I have three classes that pretty much take up the whole stinking day. It is always super hard for me to get out of bed in the morning because I hate my first class. It's geometry and I think that my third grade brother could keep up. Seriously. Someone needs to tell my professor that this is a college course and we are college students. She constently acts surprised when I answer questions in class. Well... no one else anwers and she won't move on until we understand the concept! If more people would get over their fear of answering questions in front of a bunch of strangers, the class would be way better. But no. So after my first class, I get to drive home for lunch. Then, back to school for Economics. Okay... this is a 300 level class. This means that freshmen should not be in it. And if one more person breaks the cardinal rule of sitting in a different seat than what you originally sat in, they will suffer the consequences. I was early to class the first day to get the seat I wanted on purpose. Tough luck if you didn't. I don't feel bad for you at all. Well, after making it through Econ., I only had one more class to finish out the day. A little break first, and then Math. Yes, another one. I am a Math minor and after this semester I will be done taking Math! Woohoo. Well, I registered for this class late due to some problems with the first professor I had. I like the new professor, but as a downfall, I was last to register so I had to sit way in the back! Oh well, I can handle this. Or so I thought. The first day I went to class... another kid (I'm gonna call Derek*) came to sit in the back row too. He skipped the seat in between us. Finally someone who knows the rules about finding a seat! As the last few students came in, there were only a few choices left. One kid (let's go with Jeremy* this time) came and sat on the other side Derek. So it went me, skipped seat, Derek, Jeremy. Well, today Jeremy got to class a bit earlier. Instead of the seat he chose before.... with and empty seat next to him, he chose a seat between two people in one of the front rows! I was like what? Doesn't Jeremy know the frickin rules? Oh well, this time it didn't affect me so I didn't worry about it too much! Right before class starts, Derek walks in and sits in the same seat as last time, one away. Then our professor starts the class with a quick little group problem. My only choice for a partner, Derek. Not anyone to get excited about! As we start working together I notice why Jeremy chose a new seat! Derek was the worst smelling kid I have ever sat next to in my entire life! Every time he flipped a page in his book... I got a huge wiff of nastiness! I could barely make it through class. I didn't even feel bad that I spent most of the class with my nose in my shirt! Seriously... it was that bad! (To get an idea in your head, think of the worst smell ever, then multiply it by ten, add the second and third worst smells ever, and finally mutliply by a trillion!) When class was finally over, one hour and fifty minutes later, I ran out and ran outside for some fresh air. By this time I was nasues with a serious headache. After I got in my car, I called my roommate to tell her what had happened! It took me the whole drive to Wal-Mart to get my point accross (like ten minutes). So as I was looking for a parking spot, I was slowly cruising along. I looked down to hang up my telephone call.... (this is a real shocker) ..... (are you ready?) .... (here goes)..... and when I looked up again...... IT WAS THE SMELLY KID! YES WAY! He was right in front of me. I almost ran right into him! So the moral of the story is... don't be a smelly kid. And if you are, don't go to Wal-Mart, or class!

*Names have been changed due to the fact that I don't know or give a shit what their real names are!