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 Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 6:19 pm
Monday, 8:55 am
She was bored again today.
You can always tell when she gets bored, she starts dressing up. She doesn't say anything, she still sits there, third row next to the window bookbag on the right, books on the table in front of her, scramble to find her homework, it's always in the right pocket of her coat.
She always forgets too. She's dependable in a random sort of way. Little habits and ticks, everyone else in the class shuffles in and crouches in their chairs warily. She plops down and grins at everyone with a 'well isn't this just peachy?' sarcastic sort of grin. That might just be me though. She's so passive-agressively friendly that it makes my teeth ache.
I always notice what she's wearing, I can't help it, she's right in front of me. I could move, the seats aren't assigned, but I like my little backseat in the corner. It's comforting, and right next to the radiator so I have utter control of the temperature of the room. Mine is an evil laugh.
I'm not stalking her or anything, she just sits two rows in front of me and she draws attention to herself. Ours is a lazy class and she's the only one who does the work and engages in the discussion. It's hard not to notice her, she mentally forces you to pay attention to her existance. Unlike the teacher who you can stare at and forget he's there.
That might just be me though. When she flounced into class he didn't have a chance of capturing anyone's attention. He was so average and plain he might as well have been any other person on the planet. She, however, came in dressed like a vampire and sat like a cat. The whole, 'I claim this seat in the name of my a**' sit, without making a production of it.
It's a psychology course, so can I really be blamed for looking at the abberation? Yes, I know big words. Shut up.
I'm failing this course, obviously, but I only took it because it was there. I'm not even pretending I'm going to High School for the education or the grades anymore. Go me.
She was most decidedly bored today. She amde another one of her 'references'. I do the same thing, it's a ploy to get the teacher talking about something interesting that's only tangentally related to the topic on hand and see how long and how far you can take it.
She's the master, I conceed all previous titles I ever had. Half the time the teacher doesn't even notice we traveled off into talking about a popular television show until the class is over. I assume it's a popular television show.
So now, instead of going over the psychology of rats in mazes we're going over the effects of violent video games on attention span. Oh...oh no, now we're going...going... YES. I almost do my touchdown dance, save then I'd have to break the nice observational stupor I have going.
We have successfully navigated the conversation to the psychotic problems of video game heroines. And by 'we' and mean 'her' and by 'navigated' I mean 'completely baffled the teacher and got his curioisty'.
She would be bowing now if we were on stage. I think she's a theater girl, I might have caught her on stage once. I dunno, I don't go to school events. Mine is an apathetic spirit.
Bell rings, books in bag, zips it, renoucnes her claim on the seat (it cries) hands in her homework with the air of a FBI agent, and step, step, step she's gone in a whirl of skirts and scarves.
Hm, time for Biology. I think I'll go grab some coffee and hang out and watch the sun move for a few hours.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 6:50 pm
[Wait...when did we start this?]
Wensday 8:55 am
Someone sat by her today.
No one has ever done that before. She's friendly, almost painfully friendly, but her aura of complete confidence and ownership puts a lot of people off. No one should be that sure of themselves in high school.
No one should be that sure of themselves in life. It's just wrong and against natural law. I wouldn't be so interested in her if it wasn't for the utter boredom turning my brain to jelly every second I sit here.
He's one of the nerdier guys, maybe he was attracted to the female being nice to him. She just grinned her widest 'Well screw me sideways, you exist!' smile that she gave to the teacher the first day (when he was fifteen minutes late) and moved her books over and proceeded to engage him in a conversation that I could easily overhear because everyone else was dead silent.
It was something about the weather and love, and she drew him into it with a manipulative flair that was probably unnessessary. Granted, so was the raccoon tail hanging from her ponytail.
No one should be able to tack on dead animal parts to their hair and look that self-assured about it.
She beaming her 'Isn't that just *so cute* ' smile at the teacher. I think she does because he tentitivly smiles back. I don't know if anyone else can tell the difference of these smiles. Maybe I'm bored, maybe I'm mesmorized by the raccoon tail in her hair.
She pulls her 'friend' into almost all of the discussions and soon he's actually expressing his own opinions. Le gasp. By the end of class he actually has some force behind his ideas and he stops looking at his shoes so much. It's like a transformation, and it makes me sick.
I should take notes of this and just do a project. "Effects of Attentive Female on the Local Nerd Populace." So far 100% success rate in short-term class discussion. I'd win science fair hands down.
She's talking to him again, remarking on some of the things he said and he's blushing. the man is blushing from getting some praise from Raccoon Girl.
I wonder if she has this effect in her other classes.
The raccoon tail waves and flounces like it's still attached to it's body when she hands in her assignment and step, step, step she's out the door, still chatting with her friend.
Might as well go to Biology. It's raining.
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