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Hot Chocolate Update

In case any of you felt the pain I felt about losing my hot chocolate to a drain due to the lack of cups, I was able to obtain myself a cup of frothy goodness this morning. And it was delicious!

Hello? Yes I'm in the middle of class. Is that a problem?

Really? Since when did we start answering our phones in class? Let me tell you, Salt Lake Community College has got to be the classiest place I've ever been (I hope you can just see the sarcasm oozing off of that one).

First I have to deal with the crappy teachers. And now crappy students? Please, common courtesy-not to mention common SENSE:
#1: If your phone rings in class, DON'T answer it.
#2: Your phone shouldn't even ring, because it should be on silent! -This is not a new concept!

For the love people, if for some reason you will DIE if you don't take the phone call right that second, at least get off your butt and walk out the door and converse outside of the classroom. It's hard enough to learn there as it is without being disrupted by a stupid girl talking on her gold phone in the middle of class!

Farewell to 80 Cents and Frothy Goodness

Goodbye 80 cents.

Goodbye hot chocolate.

I wanted you this morning, you know.
You popped into my head and I could not let you go.

I imagined your frothy goodness on my tounge, warming me from the inside out.

And I wanted you.

I found a dollar bill in my wallet, and I knew I could have you.

How excited I was!

A little cup of joy to brighten a cold, snowy Monday morning at work.

You were just a short walk away.

I sped down the stairs and through the door to where I knew they kept you.

I placed by dollar in the Maxwell House vending machine,

And selected you: "whipped hot chocolate" "large."

My change was dispensed,

The machine purred to life....

Swirling and twirling inside-

Dispensing hot, frothy goodness.

The smell of delicious, creamy melted chocolate filled me.

My mouth watered.

Oh how I longed for you.

I peered through the small door that separated you and me, me and you-

"NO!" I shouted.

"It can't be!" I exclaimed.

And I watched,

helplessly,

hopelessly

As your last drops trickled

D
o
w

n

Into

-not a cup-

But the dark, abyss of the drain.

Goodbye 80 cents.

Goodbye hot chocolate.

I will never forget what could have been...

Super Professor

To start, I've never gone to school at a place before where you have to take your assignments to the professor's car. And I use the term "professor" lightly. More like, untrained people who have knowledge about the subject they are attempting to teach the group of young adults sitting in front of them.
Seriously, this lady who teaches my class(is very nice don't get me wrong), gives us assignments and then complains about how much work they are for her. Basically starts asking us to do all these little things to make it easier for HER. Really? Who forced you to assign that in the first place? That would be no one. So don't give me an assignment and then try to make me feel guilty about turning it in because it's such a burden on you.
So to make my burden of an assignment easier, after class we get to go straight to her car to drop off the burden. Well, today after class I was chatting for literally 2 minutes with a girl in my class as I made an adjustment to my burden. She and I walked outside...and poof...the teacher was gone! Really? Did that just happen? Now the question is if she'll believe us and let us get full credit. If not, I think I'll have to throw a little tantrum.

I happen to be watching Seinfeld and let me tell you I am NOT sad the '90's are over! Poor Elaine! Picture an ankle length skirt that buttons up in the front, but only to above the knee, white socks folded down and some sort of black, tied dress shoe. Oh, don't forget the floral vest!