Coffee Dates and Late Nights

This past week has been one crazy a** week.

About a half an hour after I woke up on Monday, I realized I forget to turn in some homework online. It had been due about when I woke up. Go figure. Where I live, they like to pack people on the buses like sardines in a tin. So on my way to class, when more people were getting on I tried to turn around and "move to the rear of the bus" to give them more room. The guy behind me was having none of that. Needless to say, I bumped into his chest. In my first class I went to rest my check in my hand. Who doesn't when bored? The prof thought I was raising my hand to answer her question : what did William Blake mean in his poem when he says "mark in every face"? At least I knew the correct response.

But wait. It gets even better. And on the same day no less. When I left my second class, an international student followed me half way done the hallway trying to get my attention. (I couldn't hear him because I was listening to music.) When I finally realized, he asked for help on his homework. When I had helped, he asked me out for coffee. I had to write a paper. Later this week? Umm, I'm busy, I have another paper to write... He wouldn't stop asking. Apparently you actually have to say no to a guy before he gets the point. With so many brothers, you'd think I would know that. Anyway, I finally agreed to Friday so I could leave and go home. He wanted my number but I wouldn't give it to him. The last time I did that, it didn't turn out well. I show up on Friday, with reinforcements sitting at a different table just in case. And he doesn't show. I couldn't have been happier.

Speaking of those papers.... I'm a procrastinator. If there were a prize for the best procrastinator, I would win, hands down. That said, I had two papers due this week. I waited until the day before on both of them. For the first paper, I had the entire previous day to work on it but watched six episodes of a tv show instead. The result of this was staying up until three a.m. The second paper the professor explicitly said not to wait until the last minute because his expectations are so high. (I wasn't the only one though.) I beat my record on that one. Usually it takes me hours on end to write. This paper only took five hours. Woot woot! Of course I was still up until 2.... We'll see how the profs like them.

I have a problem. I love tea. Especially cinnamon spice. The other day I told myself I was only going to browse the tea aisle at the store. No, I bought a box. Right now, I own at least six different boxes of tea. Hopefully I find someone who shares this enthusiasm.