I'm a graduating senior in my spring quarter, and I got kicked out of class for the first time in my entire life today.
I was sitting quietly at my desk, taking meticulous notes, when 15 minutes into class, I got one of my infamous stomachaches. Never a good sign. I tried to ignore it but before I could scribble another word, it morphed into one of those explosive threats. I realized I had far too long a day ahead of me to risk anything, therefore I HAD get to the nearest bathroom NOW. I got up, attempting to be as discreet as possible, only to have my professor call me out.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"Um, I'm sorry, Professor, but I really need to use the restroom."
"Well, I don't appreciate interruptions. You can take your bag with you and expect not to return to my class today. For future reference, I expect you to use the restroom on your own time."
[Mind you, this is the same professor who made me sit front and center on the first day of the quarter because I arrived at exactly 9:30AM and he had already started. Sigh.]
I grabbed my bag and left with the entire class staring at me. At that point, all I could focus on was making it to the bathroom. I dashed in with the nastiest stomachache ever only to discover too late that my stall had no toilet paper.
At least there were toilet seat covers.
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I feel compelled to extend a comment of pity.
These moments are made for blog entries. Sometimes I wonder if such things would still happen if one were to not have a blog. Probably not.
btw, there aren't toilet seat covers in DC. what the hell is that about?
hallelujah for toilet seat covers. :D
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