Okay, before I even begin to divulge in this overly descriptive description of an earlier social encounter, I must urge those of you who haven’t read my earlier post, Awkward “Passing By” Moments, to do so prior to reading this one so as to avoid mass confusions.
Alright, now that’s out of the way I need to preface the following story with a brief tidbit of information:
Last semester I decided to take “Native American Literature” as a class to fulfill my only remaining English credit. The professor was a totally cool guy, almost definitely a past and future weed-head, but he was nonetheless an English teacher.
And those people fucking suck.
I may be able to see myself hitting a bong with the guy, but in the classroom he was a total dick. I recognize that as my fault though, if I wasn’t such a shitty student he wouldn’t have been so dickish, so whatever.
My point is that I basically kinda ended up sorta not really totally doing all the stuffs and things typically required of some such person as me before reaching the point often referred to by those who speak words as “completion.”
Sooo, I failed. But I still learned a shit load about Native Americans. For what it’s worth. Which isn’t much actually, considering we drove them to the edge of extinction with that whole campaign of genocide grade school teachers refer to as “American History.”
Anyway, so until today, I hadn’t seen said professor since last semester. Not totally by accident, I know where his office is and, well, I wasn’t exactly trying to hang around that area; seeing a professor who failed you the prior semester is perhaps one of the most awkward social encounters a student can find him or herself in.
Today, I found myself in that scenario. And I’m happy to say, I butt-fucked the shit out of this one.
The following takes place in my college library as I was rushing between printing out my homework for class, which was also in the library.
Rush into Library at 3:02pm to print out work for 3:00pm class * Fucking computer obviously has no sense of urgency * Get homework from printer * Get to stairs * Start walking up staOH SHIT IT’S HIM * WTF I don’t even have enough time to thi”Heyy, how ya doin?” * “Heyy, not bad, you?” * “Doin all right, hangin in there” * “Good, good to see ya”
Boo-fucking-SHIT-yeah! I just engaged the fuck out of that little bitch.
Hangin’ in there??? Where the fuck did I pull that one out of? I literally don’t think I’ve ever fucking said that before.
The adrenaline had only begun to subside once I took my seat in class.