Every time. Without fail.

  I’m trying to eat a salad, just like I do almost every time I go to the cafeteria. There are always a ton of people there, so just for the sake of not looking like a total slob, I try to eat somewhat nicely.
  This is bloody impossible. Not because it’s a salad, but because there are tons of people around while I’m eating said salad. It’s like, a law of nature or something. I can’t not make a mess!
  Food drops out of my mouth, falls on the table, all over my lap. Tomatoes go flying when I try to stab them with my fork. It’s amazing I can even finish the thing. Great first impression to send to everyone watching, eh?
  Gotta admit…it’s funnier in retrospect. Just like a lot of my “problems.” Like my Nyan cat shirt. Sigh…

  I have also found that there are benefits to going to a school down south. Too bad I went to one in the north. The south is flat. The north is hilly. I can’t believe there’s any hint of a joke about the “freshman 15” at this college. How can you gain weight with all these stairs?! I would post a picture…but I don’t have one. So you’ll have to just trust me.
  On the flip side, I did find this, which is of my schools stairs. They’re rather infamous I believe.

lol

  Not that I’m complaining or anything, because it is a bit funny when I’m sitting in my dorm room thinking about it. Then I’m climbing them, gasping for breath, leg muscles burning (and mind you, my legs are pretty freaking strong), and it’s not so funny anymore, of course.

  My chemistry class was also rather interesting. Forensic chemistry is just for a gen. ed. (for me), but I was really excited about it. Looking at crimes scenes through chemistry, how bad can it be? Sounded interesting. I forgot it was a lab science class as well.
  Okay, no big deal.
  Big deal. I also forgot how much chemicals and stuff kinda freak me out. I hate hospitals for this very reason. It feels like the sickness and chemicals are absorbing through my skin by osmosis. I’m only a germaphobe when I walk into a hospital…or a lab, as it seems.

  My teacher did not help. He’s going on and on and on about these horror stories he’s seen and heard of because someone didn’t use proper safety precautions. Now I’m afraid to even touch the surface of the desk. Fun times, fun times.

  On the plus side, I’m the only one that noticed an error with my groups measurement results. Hurray for brownie points! I don’t know what the brownie points are for, but I’m sure they’ll come in handy someday.

  Something else really funny happened this week, and I can’t remember what it is. Oh well, the week’s not over until Monday (yes, when at school, my week starts with Monday. That’s also when my meal plan replenishes, just another incentive to start my week on Monday.) Maybe there will be a part 3..