every so often, an old memory will pop into my head. it could be triggered by a song, a smell, something someone says, who knows. whenever i hear this one song, i'm instantly transported back to my dorm at cal state fullerton with my best friend melissa sitting on the floor next to me, rocking back and forth, as we dance and attempt to sing along.
for some reason, the following memory popped in my head and made me laugh this morning.
i was in a class at cal state fullerton. it had to be a communications class, but i have no clue which one anymore. i always sat in the back few rows of class. i don't like sitting in the front. and i hate the idea of people sitting behind me staring at the back of my head. cause i assume that's what they're doing all class. they're not listening to the teacher, they're staring at my hair. i'm a freak, i know. moving along. this classroom was pretty big. the size of a small movie theatre i think. brett was in this class with me. brett was a total smart ass. he's the guy who when i told him that it cost a quarter everytime he touched me, put about 50 quarters on my desk one day. he's the one who turned my smart ass comments around on me and "tricked" me into going to lunch with him.
we must have talked during class a lot. we must have because one day the teacher hopped off of the stage and started walking towards the back of the class where we were sitting. he was counting down from 10. the 10 was really mean and angry and scary. but by the time he got to us and got to 1, he was calm. i don't think any other words were said, but the teacher opened the door for us. brett and i gathered our stuff and walked out the door. once we got out there, the teacher turned around and walked back in the class. brett and i were standing there, dumbfounded. we just got kicked out of a college class. WHO GETS KICKED OUT OF A COLLEGE CLASS?!??! i couldn't stop laughing. brett whined like a girl. he bitched about how he knew everyone in that class and how they were going to give him so much shit. but honestly, i just thought it was funny. and rare.
but apparently not that rare, cause once i transferred to san jose state, i got kicked out of a screenwriting class one evening. i can't remember the details, but i do remember that the teacher was horrible and was basically calling all of us losers. she would say awful things to us about how untalented we were, and i think i said something about her being so talented at screenwriting that she was teaching a class about it. out i went. and i do remember getting kicked out of her class one more time that semester because i couldn't stop laughing. are you starting to see a trend here? obviously, i am the one who was the problem. heehee! that bitch hated me, but i still passed the class and i think i filed a complaint about her. as far as i can remember, she was not teaching there the following semester. don't mess with ster.