A Losing Battle

This morning got off to a great start. The sun was shining, I got a ride to school and despite the bleak forecast there wasn't a rain cloud in sight. I grabbed an extra sweater to wear under my fleece along with my umbrella (just in case the ominous forecast turned out to be right) and headed up to the university.

It rained on and off throughout the day but the sun continued to shine in between showers. My classes happened to end just as the rain was letting up and I managed to avoid having to take out my umbrella. 

My luck however, came to an abrupt end when the skies opened just as I was about to head home during my two hour break. Disheartened by the thought of battling my way home and back again for my next class, I sought refuge in my friends caravan. 

Two hours later, the weather situation hadn't improved much. My friend and I made a run for it and got to class relatively dry. All through class we listened to the wind howling outside while the rain pounded against the windows.

Eventually class ended and it was time to face the inevitable. I was going to have to face the rains. My friend gave me a warm thick sweater to help keep me somewhat dry and then sent me on my way. 

I began my journey armed with three layers of sweaters and a mostly functional umbrella. By the time I had made it off campus and near the bus stop I was already struggling with my umbrella. This should have been a sign to stop and wait for a bus or to try and catch a ride. But I stubbornly decided to press onward, fully convinced that my flimsy umbrella would protect me.

As I was standing at the cross walk battling with my umbrella, I failed to notice the massive puddle at the edge of the crosswalk. A car drove past the crosswalk and sprayed the entire contents of the puddle all over me. Effectively drenching me from head to toe in the frigid water.

After getting over the initial shock, I crossed the street and stopped to asses the situation. I was cold, soaking wet, my umbrella was proving itself to be incredibly inefficient and exceptionally unhelpful. Just as I was sure that things couldn't possibly get much worse, a gust of wind almost pulled the umbrella right out of my hand.

I held fast to my flimsy umbrella as I attempted to make my way down the mountain side. Rain and wind whipped wildly around me. Standing on the side of the mountain wielding my sad excuse for an umbrella and looking rather disheveled, I lost my battle. The top of my umbrella gave way and was carried off the side of the mountain by the wind. 

What was left of my poor umbrella.

With nothing more to lose I waddled home as fast as I could in my wet socks and underwear.

University Professor Or Professional Comedian?

My intro to psych teacher is fairly amusing. She's either in the midst of a mid-life crisis or is a comedian on the side.

This is it. Today is the day. She's been waiting all her life for this chance, she's rehearsed her routine till she could do it in her sleep.
The expectant faces in the audience look out at her waiting for her to begin. She smiles nervously and taps the microphone to make sure that it's working.

The minutes fly by as she works through her routine, one perfectly timed line after another. The audience loves it. Roaring with laughter the crowd eggs her on. 
She smiles and tries to regain control over her new fans. The crowd finally settles down and the silence returns. The people in the audience are on the edge of their seats, eagerly leaning forward awaiting the rest of her act.

She lands another great joke and the crowd goes wild. She hears someone snorting with laughter and breaks into a wide smile.

Her students sit in an uncomfortable silence watching her in a mixture of bewilderment and amusement as she stands at the front of the room snorting into the microphone at a joke that she had made about her slideshow.

In the distance she hears someone cough and people shifting in their seats. She looks up from her microphone into the faces of her confused students, clears her throat and continues with her lecture.

The Best Kind Of Dinner

Today I decided that I was very much in the mood for some cookies. 

All day I sat in class paying very close attention to the teacher and day dreaming about cookies. 

After a quick stop at the supermarket I made it home and got down to business. 

I mixed them up in my fancy new measuring cup, courtesy of Lorbles.

What was left of the cookie dough after I tasted "some" of it...

No picture of the final product because I didn't want you to see how many of the cookies I actually ate.... 

And here ends the riveting tale of how I ended up eating cookies for dinner.

The End.