I was prepared.  I knew my stuff.  I was organized.  I had it DOWN man.  There was gonna be some academia ass-kickin' in Philosophy today!!!!!!  I had THE answer to every conceivable question loaded and my brain cocked and ready to fire.

PROF: Did everyone get a chance to read that essay?  Good, huh?

ME: Oh yes.  (did I mention I was sitting in the front row?)

PROF: Okay - so what was the main point the author was trying to make?

ME: (I restrained myself from doing the Horshack - ooh! ooh! ooh! thing - am I dating myself with the Welcome Back Kotter reference??) (read: clear, concise, well thought out, logical, and above all....CORRECT answer - I swear I heard a choir of angels)

PROF: ah huh

ME: Not bad for an old lady, eh?

PROF: wellllllllllll.....let's hear from someone younger....

 

Apparently, I missed the entire point altogether.  Crushed does not begin to describe.....

Hours later, he did concede that my answer was, and I quote: "decent", and he was open to discussing it.  I agreed to expand on my opinion, as long as it didn't hurt his feelings.  By the way - - the Prof and I are the only two people in the class who have any kind of a sense of humour, understand references to "The Graduate" and have any conscious memory of any part of the 1970s.

After class, I had to make my way to the bookstore to pick up my Philosophy texts, which had finally arrived.  It took me SIXTY-FIVE MINUTES to get back to my car, try to find a parking lot where I was actually permitted to park (me, being a lowly undergrad, 'tho once again, info booth girl tried to send me to staff parking) and then walk to the bookstore, make my purchase, and get back to my car.

A very handy subterrainian walkway gave me quick access under the very busy road above, and a short respite from the constant drizzle.  On my way back, a very BIG, ENORMOUS RAT ran across my path.  It was huge.  I think he was trying to get to Jenny Craig's.  He was as big as a bucket.  I've never seen a real live wild rat before, and believe me, I screamed my lungs out.

Fortunately, everyone in the tunnel with me had their I-Pod ear buds in, and clearly missed the whole incident.  I don't know if I'll take the tunnel again.  Not because I was afraid of the rat (I was, for REAL!!!) but because I'm pretty sure I could get axe murdered in plain view of at least a dozen of my so-called-peers, and not one of them would drop their signals mid-text-message to call 9-1-1 for me.

PERSONAL To: MOM I'm a really good girl.  I did my homework AND went to the dentist for a cleaning this morning.  NO CAVITIES!!!!