Twilight Zone

So, like the past Monday, Friday, and Wednesday, I went to my 9 o'clock class held within the wonderful altgeld labyrinth, then I took my hour break covered in drool at the union. I arose from my forty winks and shuffled over to the wicked bastion once again. Up to the 4th or 3rd and a half floor, depending how you look at it, for another math class. I was about 7 minutes early. I waited outside the classroom, as there were a few students and a professor left over from the class before. My feet grew tired, and I walked into the classroom, confident that their time was now up and this classroom was now on neutral ownership. I sat across the room next to the windows--my only escape should the lecture cause my head to turn. 6 minutes 'til 11...I shook off a little puzzlement seeing only six other kids in the room with me. Usually the place was packed with standing room only. I pulled out the easy Chicago Read to spend a few more minutes adoring the words of Mariotti on the great win. The spent TA was still hanging around. Then entered an old man. He placed some items down on the front table and grabbed an eraser....Definitely not a student....Definitely not my TA. Where am i? I glanced at the door, "443." Shoot, I'm supposed to be in "453." Wait a second...Altgeld only has like 4 rooms on the 4th floor. WHAT IS GOING ON?!? Cue the black and white. Was i even supposed to be in this building? Clearly I was not supposed to be here, though. I looked at everyone, yeah, all staring riiiiight back at me. Definitely NOT supposed to be here. I grabbed Big Red and stuttered out the door trying to hold in my laughter but still cracking a smile. Drunk with confusion, I stood in the hallway for a bit. So where in the world am i supposed to be? Maybe it was 353. tick tock tick tock...it's not 53 at all, idiot. You're in MATH 453 NOT room 453. awesome. down to the 3rd floor 343, I managed to grab the last desk available in the poorest condition of them all, of course. Least i wasnt standing. I sat down feeling pretty satisfied with myself. No one had any idea what sort of manner I had arrived in. Maybe I hadnt even woken up from the nap yet. Who are we kidding? I am that dumb. Who does that? No, people do it, it just dozent take them 7 minutes to figure it out. The pain the hole in my seat was inflicting on me arse was a fine addition to the hard candy i had been choking on. And as I heard God's laughter, I laughed back. Sure beat cursing the darkness. Can i get an Amen? That's how we Steiners do, well maybe not, the rest of us wouldnt have gone to class anyway.

K-Dawg