creatures of habit

every tuesday and thursday morning i slap my alarm clock to make it shut up around 6:30 am. If you know me at all, you know that me and 6:30 don't get along!! but i pull my lazy bum out of bed, begrudgingly dress and make a b-line for starbucks. Kyle, my starbucks/facebook/cleveland friend has a knack for making me feel better about life in general. Plus, that's where they serve the coffee :) 

So with my full warmed mug i head to class which starts in five minutes at 7:45 but don't get me started on that... why do they have to have class at 7:45 in the morning? Moving on...

So it's now a full month into class so we have been in this particular class roughly 8 or 9 times. If you remember from you college, high school or even middle school days you must choose your seat wisely on the first day. Why? Because we are creatures of habit. The seat you choose on the first day will probably be where you sit for the remainder of the semester and believe it or not speaks volumes about the kind of student you are. 

I assessed the room and on the first day, chose a seat in the middle row all the way against the wall because that's where the power outlet is for my computer. 

So what am i supposed to do this morning when i arrive at class at assume my seat. Only to have the little blonde thing next to me, turn and say "Um, i like, have a friend sitting here... can you sit somewhere else?"

I wanted immediately to flip my hair, bat my eyelashes and state "NO." Unfortunately for me, my coffee had yet to have an affect so instead i just stared at her like she was an idiot then said, "sure i'll be happy to move from the only seat i have sat in this semester." 

So here i sit in the back of the classroom, not paying attention because i'm writing this stupid blog about a stupid offense that shouldn't even be bothering me. And yet it does. 

and for the record, her friend never arrived.