sermon on the mount from the boot of your car

halfway through the lecture, i realized that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

"calm down." i told myself. "you put on underwear and you're taking notes. what else could possibly be wrong besides the fact that you're jonsesing for some coffee?"

and then, for the fourth time, my elbow was knocked.

i don't normally sit right beside people in lecture halls. i find that it's far too restraining. i always end up kicking them, and getting slush all over their pants or something. all the little shifts, noises, pen doodles and general dissertations that your seat mate makes are clearly visible and audial. it kinda pisses me off.

yet here i was, nestled in between a seat holding my coat and aaron, who i always sit with in classics.

"what an interesting development." casually, lightly, but with the overtones of restrained and suppressed laughter lurking behind it.

damn that inner voice.