Integrated Skills

I bet you will predict the ending of this story.

Yesterday, I had no idea where my statistics recitation was, so as soon as I finished my first class of the day, I found a computer and looked up the room.

LIB 421.

Great.  That's on the other side of campus.  I have...5 minutes to make it there...and to the top floor.  Okay, go!

So I get there a few minutes late.  I try to stay quiet as I rush because it is in the library.  I rush past a few students studying in a lobby of couches, some of which pause in their studies long enough to shoot me daggers because how dare I make a noise, even if it is just my backpack and my shoes?  I sheepishly head into my class and luckily there is a seat pretty close to the door.  I plop down and look at the instructor, who is grabbing something out of the bag on her desk.

The whiteboard says "integrated skills" and I get confused.

Integrated skills of statistics?  Um...this is the right room...I look around at the other students.  They are all clearly foreign.  Realization finally sinks in at the professors next words:

"Today we're going to use these--does anyone know what these are?"

She's holding up a large box of crayons.  And no one knows what they are.  So she tells them.  And I leave.

The students I passed on my way into class are clearly exhausted by my mere presence, so I go to couches on the 3rd floor.  Walking away, I hear the professor of Integrated Skills say "is anyone here from Lithuania?" (or some country like that).

I find another computer and discover that it was the right room, just the wrong time.  I was an hour early.

I then can only do one thing: wonder if I could've gotten away with staying in there and playing with crayons.  I could've just played clueless to what the lady was saying and act as if I was learning English or super shy in this "new" country.  Ha ha.  I am pretty white though....oh well.  I try it next time it happens.

Ha ha.  I ran away from crayons.