So in a last-stretch effort to finish school once and for all, this week I started my Maymester course. It’s basically a semester’s worth of a class viciously crammed into three weeks of May. I think that works out to each day of class is equal to a week of regular semester work.

So… sorry I’ve been slow on the posting photos. When I’m not in class, reading studying homeworking or highlighting… I am sleeping. And occasionally trying to get a job. Not much time for shooting or blogging.

I’m taking an advanced microeconomics course (yay electives!). Which means every day I have a lovely hike across campus for a class where I will sit for 3 hours in a small, hard desk made for right handed people (I am left handed) and listen to a Census Bureau stooge imported from D.C. ramble on about theories and PPFs and god knows what else (to be seen) while I try to at least look attentive and not beat the football player sitting behind me to death with my legal pad.

I don’t know if Humongous Ongus back there recognizes me as the little white girl with the cameras who frequented games and practices - doubt it - but I know him. I “know” a lot of the football players on a variety of less than personal levels. Many are nice, intelligent guys and with bright futures. This guy - to remain unnamed - apparently has the intelligence level of these french fries I’m eating right now.

He’s got to be the most infuriatingly distracting person I’ve ever sat in front of. He’s worst than Prop Up Stinky Feet guy in that film class I took and Dinosaur Battle Boy in my comm law class a few semesters ago (he’s a whole ‘nother story).

Humongous Ongus constantly graces those sitting around him with completely unnecessary, usually arbitrary and always slightly-too-loud-but-under-his-breath commentary about everything Professor Census Bureau Stooge says. And let me tell you - HE. IS. HILARIOUS.

Not.

But we don’t tell him that, it might make him cry. Or try to telepathically make our brains explode, which is what I think he’s doing when he’s bugs his eyes out if he catches you looking at him.

When he isn’t doing that, he’s practicing his array of Man Noises. You know… burps, snorts, sniffs, grunts, farts, yawns etc etc. He usually does this while clicking his pen, smacking his gum, loudly chewing his nails or bouncing his foot, which makes the platform shake.

Sitting still in an uncomfortable desk for three hours is bad enough. I might have to double up on the ADHD medication for this. At least I haven’t got nailed in the back of the head with an errant giant fingernail yet.

Today I’m just going to take appropriate measures and try getting there early and sitting somewhere else. We’ll see.