Well. It actually is. Here, let me tell you about it.
Sometimes, you are in the middle of a serious, sophisticated conversation at the end of class. And you feel like, "Hey, I'm a REAL boy!" like Pinocchio. Like maybe I'm not a wimpy college freshman. Maybe, I'm just a MAN. A man who can discuss amendments and unfair grading curves with middle-aged, bearded sophisticates in my class.
Maybe.
That could be plausible, if you didn't, mid-conversation try to pull at the top of your backpack to shimmy your laptop down into it and somehow, lose grip of your backpack with such force that your hand rebounds into your own nose. Hard.
It's physically possible, people.
But do you know what isn't? Taking the high road, like the classmate you were talking to, who expresses sincere concern and condolences for you and the incident they just saw. NOPE. That is physically impossible.
The only thing possible is to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and thus confirm to yourself, now walking alone as you are, that you are indeed, a freshman.
Welp! Seeya never.
P.S. I PUNCHED MYSELF IN THE FACE.
Haha why haven't I heard about this yet?
ReplyDeleteHoly poop Shelby, I laughed like a creepy laughing baby doll that has a short and so it just keeps laughing and laughing when I read this. The best part is that I've totally punched myself in the face before because I was trying to put something in my backpack. LOVE.
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