First day of school, again.

How many first days of school in a lifetime do we get? 30? 40? 50?

This one was so exhuasting. Thank God CSUN found an old check from March and called. It was worth $224. I could afford all the $1.25 drinks pierce had to offer. Its like finding 2 hundred dollar bills on the ground. Where was this money when I REALLY needed it? That was my birthday month, fucking Christ.

So I wake up and putz to school. Wake up with 2 hours to spare, get there just on time. First person I talk to. A philipinA girl named Jennifer who's last name comes right after me on the class rooster. haha, rooster. Anyway, we end up talking and I end up reading her like a book and halfway bragging about my skills and talents and majors. I Knew she was philipina, working to be a nurse, with a bad influence old boyfriend. Maybe I'll tell you how I deduced all this from 1 question, when you're older.

What I didn't know was, that just a few minutes after that, i would be attracted to her.

I really wasn't looking at all, seriously, i'm happy enough being attracted to 3 girls in my head already, but here comes an all-powerful 4th.

She wears a pink jansport, a white t-shirt, and a blue butterfly in her hair. Heck she's like a female version of me. If I had boobs thats what I'd wear.

We talk and finally the sub-instructor comes 30 minutes after class should have started. There was no awkwardness between me and her, and a lot of smiling. Even 3 years older than her I smiled, looked at the ground, and moved my foot in a bashful arc on the dirt.

Lo and behold, she sits next to me. When I heard the instructor butcher my last name it was right after hers, he was reading them alphabetically. The instructor offered us stools to sit down, and like the dork I am i tell her my gay pickup line joke. The one that goes: "wanna hear a popular gay pickup line?" "may i push in your stool?"

All during the class I think she spoke out two wrong answers. I made 1 blunder, and spat out a "doh" before I could catch my dorkiness. I think I caught her smile, she smiled a few of the times I looked over.

I caught her writing. The cutesy girl handwriting that I just oogle over.

I said to myself, "Not on the first day of school". NOT on the FIRST day. Don't ask her number!

I didn't, I knew there was plenty of time to learn more about organic compounds, and her chemical composition within the course of 15 weeks.

However I did pull a Harold when I left. Not even a studdered word left my lips. I couldn't even say "nice to have met you". She eloquently pointed out I dropped my pencil, to which I mumbled "thanks," zipped it up, turned to the door and grumbled an almost inaudible "i guess i'll see ya" and didn't look back. That class was the best part of my day.

To think I get to spend 1 hour and 50 minutes with her monday thru thursday with her, I think will make that the brightest part of my day.

Fuck folgers! The best part of waking up is Jennifer in my cup.