out of all the schools. out of all the programs. out of all the courses. out off all the lectures she had to get stuck in mine. not one class but two of them. on the same day. when the shit storm comes, it's no storm, it's a shit tornado. meaning four hours a week i am certain to come across her. i thought i made it out and wouldn't come across her ever again but why dear almighty god do you punish me like this? i thought that was all behind me few years back.

i hate the ways she talks. acts. eats. drinks. walks. writes. runs. skips. dresses. always carries that travel coffee mug.

i hate the way she sits beside me and refers to me by name as if i actually want to know her. i came to learn, not to listen about all the exciting guys in your life and you're (not so) exciting summer job you just didn't want to leave. so blah blah blah then blah blah blah and oh by the way, blah blah blah is all that i am getting on my end when she opens her mouth.

i try to care, i really do because one time i thought she was quite a decent girl until i spent more than three consecutive hours with her. and now i've got potentially four hours of it a day.

you can tell her that you've had the best year of your life with misty queen but it's all irrelevant because in her mind, i'm a fool for not wanting to be near her therefore, she goes on to assume these things. i know this all because her type is easier to read than an elementary school book.

i thought she got the clue when i didn't return her calls that summer but actual contact seems to have buried that concept.

how do i get through the next seven months seeing as i cant drop either class?

i sound like a child i know