God Hates Me

Or has a really, really, REALLY bad sense of humor. Now I could list all the crazy, weird, horrible things that have happened to me over the last year as proof of the above statement, but we'll focus on the lightheartedness of the situation.

It seems like EVERY time I judge someone as in... wow... I realllly don't like that person, it seems as though I inevitably end up being friends with them. Ok... sometimes my gut is right and they really are bad people but 65% of the time I end up being friends with them.

Exhibit A: My best friend Jaime. I transferred into the little Baptist Academy in 9th grade and she was a royal pain in my butt. I smiled the first day and said hi, and she refused to even acknowledge me. Ok she might of, but it was with disdain. Fast forward 2 months, and we're having sleep overs and giggling about boys.

Exhibit B: Best Friend Jeanne. She crashed my wedding, was the loud obnoxious chick, doing the alligator on the dance floor in a mini skirt. I stepped over her, and this time I had the look of disdain! lol. Fast forward 6 months, and I swear I could NOT live without her around.

Exhibit C: The loud obnoxious guy who was in a play with me. I looked at my roommate and laughed and said "HAAAA HAAAA YOU HAVE TO KISS HIM!" Fast forward 1yr, and I'm the one kissing him, and spending the next 10 years with him.

Point is... this has happened enough you'd think I would learn.

So last Tuesday I walk into my math class and had a substitute instructor. I was in BASIC math. I was relearning how to add and subtract and this woman actually had me confused! She had a syllabus in front of her, and could NOT tell us what the assignment was. I was like... "Wow.... this woman is CRAZY." Or horribly disorganized.

So I test out of basic math, go into basic algebra. Yeah.. you can see where this is headed can't you. So I show up early to hopefully chat with my new instructor. To see what I missed and play a little catch up. Only she's not in the room. So I'm sitting in the lounge and I see a gal with the same text book. So being the friendly little girl I am, and never really learning that whole don't talk to strangers thing, I walked up to her and said "Basic Algebra next hour?" and she said "Yeah." so we chatted, I asked about the instructor, and she started saying how the instructor was having a hard time explaining common variables and how she was like "WTHeck" and I had this sinking feeling. I said "What is her name?" and she told me, and I said "Does she look like...." and she said "kinda". So with dread I traipse into my class. And then she enters.... the instructor... and it was... the same crazy instructor.... So I shoot a look over to the fellow student, and she raised her eyebrow, and I smiled, and she nodded, and we bonded.

So I transferred only to have the crazy instructor! I CHOSE the crazy instructor! lol. It's all good. I'm really not THAT traumatized, but I thought you all would enjoy. I went through my first class, with some confusion but not tooo bad. Not as bad as I thought it would be! My problem is that I'm slow. (no comments from the peanut gallery please) But she is running through the lesson, and problems, and I'm getting them done, and figuring them out, but waaaay slower than those kids.

So that's the update.

Basic Algebra... Crazy Instructor... I'm Slow.... LOL