I am trying to figure out why I was so content after leaving class today. I was depressed and unhappy driving there but on the way home I was very satisfied with myself.
I don't know if it was because I did very well on the quiz or if it was because I got to examine the gorgeous cleavage of my classmate or if it was do to the freaking out of another classmate over the same quiz.
The quiz was an extension of an exercise we did last week and I remembered how to do it but apparently one of the geekier (geekier than me is an accomplishment) students inability and his subsequent almost freak out that would make me happy.
this poor kid is the son of a university professor so you would assume he is a smart guy but apparently he did not take adequate notes on what we did and could not complete the quiz to his own satisfaction. What the quiz was based on was not in the book, (it was open book, open notes, open internet) although we did the exercise three times the previous week. He was making noises like my daughter does when she is frustrated with homework (she is 8 and only in second grade) and he even whacked his head into the wall. I could not understand his frustration as the last time I did something similar was in 3rd grade. (I was an A student and got a D on a math test and cried because of it.)
I would think that the son of a professor at a university would be a smart and together guy when it concerned school but I guess the pressure of living up to his mom got the better of him. I guess he is luck that we will drop the lowest score on the quizzes.
What I am not sure of is if I was happy because of my own accomplishments or being able to look at a very delectable pair of breasts or if I just enjoyed his misery?
The only thing I can definatley say is that camouflage utilities cover up breasts very well. As the woman I was ogling had previously only shown up in uniform and I had not noticed her large and well formed breasts until she was in civilian clothes. I would love to play motorboat with her.
I am still not sure as to the source of my happiness but my feeling is that I should not question it too closely as it may disappear upon more intense investigation.
For all of you reading this or not reading this (as that is more likely) Mahalo.
I don't know if it was because I did very well on the quiz or if it was because I got to examine the gorgeous cleavage of my classmate or if it was do to the freaking out of another classmate over the same quiz.
The quiz was an extension of an exercise we did last week and I remembered how to do it but apparently one of the geekier (geekier than me is an accomplishment) students inability and his subsequent almost freak out that would make me happy.
this poor kid is the son of a university professor so you would assume he is a smart guy but apparently he did not take adequate notes on what we did and could not complete the quiz to his own satisfaction. What the quiz was based on was not in the book, (it was open book, open notes, open internet) although we did the exercise three times the previous week. He was making noises like my daughter does when she is frustrated with homework (she is 8 and only in second grade) and he even whacked his head into the wall. I could not understand his frustration as the last time I did something similar was in 3rd grade. (I was an A student and got a D on a math test and cried because of it.)
I would think that the son of a professor at a university would be a smart and together guy when it concerned school but I guess the pressure of living up to his mom got the better of him. I guess he is luck that we will drop the lowest score on the quizzes.
What I am not sure of is if I was happy because of my own accomplishments or being able to look at a very delectable pair of breasts or if I just enjoyed his misery?
The only thing I can definatley say is that camouflage utilities cover up breasts very well. As the woman I was ogling had previously only shown up in uniform and I had not noticed her large and well formed breasts until she was in civilian clothes. I would love to play motorboat with her.
I am still not sure as to the source of my happiness but my feeling is that I should not question it too closely as it may disappear upon more intense investigation.
For all of you reading this or not reading this (as that is more likely) Mahalo.