Mange-le

I have now written several posts for the return of school, the return of the idiots, the return of chubby students and soon to be chubby freshmen, and the return of the non-stop complaints, but alas, none of them have been good enough. And why this one will be good enough? Well, it won't but I figured I needed to start this year off somewhere and you'll take what you can get.

So first off, let me say life off campus is blissful. No more boys bouncing their basketballs or balls on the floor at 2 am, no more dead roaches in the shower, no more running down the hill in attempts to make it to class on time and NO MORE DINING HALL. Never again will I return to on campus living.

So as I have not had enough time to really form a large complaint or witness anything horrendous, I will simply complain about a few small things.

First off-French Class.
To begin, taking a foreign language class is never going to be fun and because my lovely major requires 4 semesters worth of it, I've got a long way to go. Last year, my teacher had major surgery and was out for 6 weeks and we got this sweet substitute, which allowed me to just sit back and nod along. This year, I have a professor who goes on french tangents, that I'm sure will lose me quite often. But, whats really going to make this french class an interesting experience is the girl who sits in front of me. Let me first explain that I thought she was a man and it wasn't until my professor read the roll that I realized she wasn't. Anyway, this is not what bothers me. What bothers me about this girl is that she brings her laptop to class everyday. It would be one thing if she just used it before class started or merely took notes on it, but does she? No...no she doesnt. She sits there typing furiously away on AIM. Chatting at 10 a.m. in french class, in front of me. Then to add to it, occasionally she surfs around on the internet. Great. So its 10 a.m., I'm trying to stay awake and figure out what this french tangent is on and she's typing loudly. Its so distracting! It doesn't even appear to phase my french professor, he never looks at her disdainfully *which i totally would, if I wasn't staring at the back of her head*, he never says put that away, he just goes right on with the french lesson. I hate you laptop bitch.

Another issue came about in French: I get to class early because the U manor bus picks up at 9:26, so I get to class 20 minutes early and just sit there eavesdropping on everyones unimportant conversations. The one on Friday morning sparked my interest, not because I care about this topic, but because I hate it so much. Two kids were talking about how we should be able to play World Of Warcraft in class and how they could talk to the people on the server in french. I, realizing that the game will be following me wherever I go, start to hate it even more, until I had a realization. Last year in Bo's wonderous Music Appreciation class, there was some tard who brought their laptop to class everyday and played World Of Warcraft, while sitting in the front row. I always thought they were a man...
But now...I see, it could very well be the girl who sits in front of me, in the front row, with her lap top everyday, that was the one playing WOW in Bo's class. Fuck me.

My last strange happening on friday occured before my Media Writing class. My french teacher let us out 20 minutes early because he had to get to the airport, so once again, I was just dicking around before class. So I went to the Media Writing room and sat down on the ground outside of the room, across from some boy. Now, granted I had only had this class one other time, so I don't know whose in my class yet and whose not, I just assumed he was. He was this strange boy, sitting there in this chair, dressed in all black and a tobaggon (its august?), totally succumbed by some book he was reading and slightly twitching. At the time, I was unaware that the door was locked and just noticed that the room was dark, so I asked him if he thought we could go in. He then proceeds to look up very slowly, looks me straight in the eye and says "No", in the creepiest way and then goes directly back to reading. So I get out my cell phone to text Jenn and I can see with every button I hit, he twitches a little more out of annoyance, as if my typing was really loud and obnoxious and interrupting his reading of the text book. In the end, he wasn't in my class, he went into the film class next to my room.

There seems to be an overly abundant amount of weirdos at ECU now. Instead of a lot of stupid, skanky girls, ugly weird people took over. What's happening? I liked the dumb bitches better, atleast I could laugh at them without feeling bad.