So, I started my third semester of graduate school this week. I was expecting to just stroll right into class and feel like I had never left, but this was not the case.
I sat down (in the back row, naturally, so the other kids would think I'm a badass) and took out all of my gear. Laptop, notebook, pen, white-out, cell phone. Check! It was then that I looked around the room at everybody else's stuff and then looked at my own.
You guys. My computer is HOT pink. Not like a business mauve, or an intelligent-looking magenta. It's like sorority girl at a rave HOT PINK. My cell phone? Also pink. With zebra stripes. You guys, my white-out dispenser is even pink. Don't worry though, I do NOT have a Lisa Frank notebook (only because they don't make 3 subject college-ruled ones), mine is just plain black.
And my classmates? SO judgmental. They kept glancing at me with looks of disdain. They were CLEARLY thinking, "Whoa, what is that girl doing here? Does she know this is an MBA course? I think she must be lost."
After a few minutes of judgmental stares even I began to doubt that I was in the right spot. I began a strange internal monologue:
Wait. AM I in the right place? Am I in fact a graduate student? I'm not actually lost on my way to a sorority mixer, right? OMG am I in a sorority!?
Halfway through class our professor decided to have us introduce ourselves and talk about our background, business experience, and hobbies. I'm a smart and fairly eloquent girl, but whenever I have to introduce myself for a class I get extremely nervous and completely lose control over the words escaping my mouth. After hearing everyone talk about their spouses, kids, awesome smart-sounding jobs, and smart-person hobbies like cricket, mosaic tile art, and learning Japanese, my nerves tripled. When it was my turn I rambled out a bunch of nonsense that I can't even remember anymore, probably in a stupid Valley Girl voice. I remember what I said for my hobbies though. "Um...I write two blogs! And I'm really into social media. I read a lot. And um...I live in a forest, so I love hiking."
*FACEPALM*
Honestly? I don't hike that much. I just threw that in because I do enjoy it and I wanted to sound a bit more well-rounded.
I texted Mike for some moral support and he was absolutely no help at ALL. He said, "I'm imagining your classroom right now. It's like Legally Blonde, but with business instead of law."
Honestly? That's kind of dead on. Or at least that's how it is in my head.
We decided that Mike should come into class one day and pretend to be my assistant. I'd be sitting there in class as usual and he'd hover around turning pages and making sure my hair is perfect at all times. During our 10 minute break he'd unfold an entire makeup vanity and I'd have a wardrobe change. I figure if I'm going to be stereotyped as the dumb, superficial, blonde girl I might as well act the part and get a few laughs.
Seriously, guys. I'm actually really smart. I swear!
You need to turn in a pink, scented paper to your professor.
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOD. First paper is due next week. Where do I buy pink, scented paper!?
DeleteOh my god, Kayla. I'm having like the worst week of my life, and yet reading this I sat here grinning and giggling like an idiot. Thank you so much for being YOU. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThat makes me so happy. =) Love you.
DeleteWhen I was in library school (to learn how to be a serious, bun-wearing, shhhhhhhhh-ing librarian), I used to waltz my ass into class wearing red flip-flops and pull my Barbie and Hello Kitty folders out of my bookbag. You rock that neon pink laptop, girl.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing wrong with Pink :) Even it is HOT pink.
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