But we're going to talk about lab partner's today.
Have you ever sat down in class, and looked around and by visually inspecting people you can be like, "I CHOOSE YOU GIRL IN PURPLE GLASSES LOOKING SERIOUS!"
Yeah, me too. But for some reason, the serious people never sit next to me. I always seem to attract the scared and nervous anxiety ridden n00bs. This has been happening to me since my first college experience. Except in THAT experience, the n00b I got saddled with was in my colt starting class.
You know what ends up happening? I ended up teaching that horse to tie, pick up his feet, be saddled, mounted both sides, bridled, ground drive, not buck and generally be cool with being ridden. Then when the owner came she got on and fucked it all up.
So, I thought this go 'round I would be much more careful picking my lab partners. Until my bio lab at 9am this morning. I sat down, scouted out the youngin's, but HARK! What do my eyes see?? Someone who appears to be my own age, sitting calmly and actually brought all the required items to class! Alright, plan on. Once told to select lab partners, tackle her. Purple glasses, YOU ARE MINE.
But we were never asked to select. He just said "You and you.". My "you" happens to be a terrified looking blonde who dropped out of University a few years back because she wanted to be with her boyfriend. When presented with our lab assignments she starts going "I HATE it when they don't tell us what to do."
Okay, this bio class happens to want to to design your own experiment, but seriously, you have a beet root, you take a core and then you design what you'll do to that core and why. No biggie right? Maybe it's no biggie because this experiment was practically my job for the past 3 years, but whateve'.
Then we had to write observations of a leaf down to learn how to observe (I guess.). I said "Well, it's diseased." She got scared and dropped it. *face palm*
Although I have to say, she is a nice girl, and I'm smart enough for both of us to do the grunt work, so I won't complain (much) more.
Now, my calculus lab partner is an adorable little gay boy who clung to me the first quiz we had because we had to do it in partners. Today in calc lab though, we needed a third. We got the girl who thinks she knows everything, but has no clue what she's talking about. I appreciate try, but today it was a little like she said "Fuck you math! I'm going to solve this equation with logic I learned in art class! Apple equals the perimeter in regards to the volume."
Yeah. What?
Although I gotta say, she's not the worst, I just wrote down the answers, and let her draw apples. The one I'm really glad I didn't end up with is what I call "The blonde".
Now, blondes of the world, don't get pissed. You KNOW they exists. The one that gives you all the bad name and makes you all look stupid. I first noticed her in my bio lecture. We're about halfway through the lecture and she says "Are we supposed to take notes in this class?"
The prof. looks at her for a second, and says "...if you want to. It would probably help." Then SHE says "Oh, can you go back, I wasn't taking notes."
...You want him to go back to 30 minutes ago? Rearry?
She also likes to answer questions by rearranging the question. Or ask questions by rearranging the previous sentence so that the question basically answers itself. You know how the prof's will sometimes say "There are no stupid questions." it's in the classes that THOSE jovial profs teach that the blonde will be in....juuuuust to prove them wrong.
Anyways no time, calculus quiz to study for, lab to prep for, you know the deal.
