Earlier this week, I sat in the student center trying to finish a paper when I found myself distracted by two teeny boppers (obviously freshmen) whispering like crazy.
Come on girls. Speak up. I am old. I can hardly eavesdrop if you are speaking so quietly.
Surely you know this because I am certain it is me that you are whispering about. Me and my big rapper headphones that I use to TUNE YOU OUT.
Their immaturity rubbed off on me and I huffed at them before I went to the bathroom. That trick turned out to be pretty effective because when I returned, they were gone.
I put my headphones back on so I could go back to listening to Mozart and working on my paper. I was thinking the whole time that I should move my study time to Barnes and Noble, Starbucks or the Rec Room of the nursing home down the street. I may fit in better there and can possibly get more done.