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OK…. fun stuff to talk about now….

First, I finally pinned down my prof and forced him to go to the secretary of our college to override the waiting list and get me registered for a class in the fall that he teaches… He kept saying he’d do it… he even wrote himself a note… but a week later I found myself practically dragging him down the hallway to her office…. now the reason he wouldn’t do it was because he was scared of this lady…. honestly… Her name is Lori…. she’s a nice woman and all… but he was asking her to break all kinds of rules for me… like… I was 2nd on the list, and he wanted to just take me in…. and on top of that, University policy forbids accepting over 20 students in that class due to only having 20 computers… AND…. you gotta know this lady….

Lori is (I’m guessing) in her mid 30s…. Has 5 kids…. and is about 8 months pregnant…. She practically wears a sign around her neck that reads, “I DON’T TAKE CRAP FROM ANYONE…. SO BACK OFF BEFORE I CASTRATE YOU!”  Don’t get me wrong, she’s polite… and nice…. but will stand her ground like a grizzly protecting her cubs if cornered…. Here I find myself trying to corner her…. …. ….

Long story short, someone had dropped the class so list boy #1 was going in…. yet… he already registered for 18 credits…. HAHAHA  FOOL!  So he gets an email and I get a seat…. works for me.  The only catch is that if he DOES want the class, he can drop other stuff and I’m stuck… but my prof and I finally convinced Lori to let me in if I’m #21…. She asked, “Do you have 21 computers?”  Chuck responds, “Noooooooooooooooooo….”  (at this point I tried not to laugh out loud)  She said, “But if one student complains to the university… it’s my butt…”  Chuck’s answer….. “Brent won’t complain….. and if he’s on a machine and the class fills, he’ll give it up….”  I just shook my head in agreement and all is well with the world… …. …

The second fun tidbit of the day involves my home group through CedarCreek…. we were talking for a good two hours about “Relational Roadsigns.”  Such as a “stop” sign being one that someone puts up to say “I’m not listening anymore” through body language…. loss of eye contact, facing away…. etc… The goal was to make sure we DON’T run these signs… that we notice them… So the night was over and I left… Not two blocks away from Ed’s house… at 11:45pm…. I get pulled over by a policeman… why?  I ran a stop sign….

I laughed after I got let off with a warning…. Here I’m trying to explian to this officer why I’m 30 minutes from my house… OR my dorm…. in a small butt town…. running stop signs… “See, I’m in this ‘home group’ through church… and we meet out here….”  Apparently that didn’t make sense… so he asks me “What?”  After finally conveying that concept he asks, “Why didn’t you stop when turning left onto Rice St.?”  As polite as possible I explained that I’m not from around there and I don’t know what street “Rice Street” is…. then I added…. “And I never turned left….”  Apparently he needed some signs…. like…. a left and right sign ….. but anyway, he corrected himself and then ran my license for any past warrants/tickets/arrests/etc…. Knowing that I was pretty confused (having not seen a stop sign) he let me go…. the best part was, that I THOUGHT to myself…. “shouldn’t there have been a stop sign there?” when I turned…. but I never saw it in the dark rainny night!!!  ACK!  Oh well… my theory stands true… whenever Sarah travels, I get pulled over…. It MUST be her fault!

Mood:  Crazy-go-Nuts
Music:  Evanescence – Whisper