Part Deux

Today I rambled into my class with war paint on, literally. Its crappy rain outside and I rode my bike, so in a dare wore camouflage. Hoping that the fashionista might enjoy giving me another clothing critic… I can hear it now “Ahem, excuse me but you can’t wear Camo until after Columbus Day”. With my book opened glancing at today’s chapters to be covered. “She” swaggered in with her gal pals in tow giving her smarmy looks to everyone, sat in her assigned seat directly behind me and fooled around on her cell until the instructor entered.
Oh boy, here we go again, I hear -- “Sniffle” –Me-- What the hell!? – Her--“Sniffle” I didn’t budge or flip a page, only to continue to re-read my chapter. Her pal, who sits to the left of me turned around to her and said “Its ok, just don’t think about it” More excitement for the drama queen I suspect. I chose to lay off her, perhaps she might have some real life turmoil going on…I’m imagining some major shoe scuff age or possible skirt un-creasing, or heaven forbid a Clorox incident. Ok, I’m being mean now.
The teacher strolled in and broke out the thickest book in America -- explained to us the basics of plant physiology and then pounded us with a huge homework/project. “Sniffle” I’m sure that helping Jacks and the latest condo move might be out of the question for me. The whole time I’m writing copious amounts of class notes and side notes of things I need to accomplish for the weekend. “Sniffle”. The guy that sits to the right of me luckily is my lab partner and a organization freak, so we hammered out our plan of attack on the class project and should have it completed in the expected time frame of three weeks. “Sniffle”.
Class was dismissed early but we sat to finish up a few odds and ends. Then, that eerie feeling someone was boring a hole in the back of my head. The girl to the left of me hadn’t budged from her seat either, the poke of a pen tip on my arm, “Yes?” I asked. A smile and a few eye flutters later “we need help” I wanted to snort but refrained myself, the guy next to me jabbed me sharply. I knew the jab meant No way in hell are we doing their work for them. I asked what kind of help and her pal went into great detail how some “mean guy” dumped her friend and she couldn’t concentrate on anything and they both were lost in class.
Should I be mean or should I be nice? I chose a little of both and suggested reading a few selected chapters and come up with a project and if they needed help here and there we might be able to pull something out of a hat to help them. Not the answer they wanted, they looked at each other then around the room in hopes of some other sucker to get what they needed --no such luck. “Sniffle” but this time a little louder. They left the room.
A little later, we walked out the class to hear “I told you, picking on him was not the way to get his attention or help!” Philip, my lab partner and I chuckled and moved on our way to the library.
Now, I’m sure this weekend debating on being mean or helping them out will be the dilemma for me. Ahhh!! Right now I need Amy.