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Topic: Laughter (10/18/04)
By Jess Godwin
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I went to the dentist today. I couldn't remember if my appointment was at 2 or 2:30, so I asked the receptionist to look it up. She looks at me and says "Your appointment is last week." How did I miss that??? Sure, I didn't feel so great last week, but I didn't think I'd just feel so horrid that I'd forget that I had a dentist appointment. I even wrote it on my calendar as today. I laugh bewilderedly as I walk out to the car certain that they are wrong and I am right.
So, I leave the dentist, and I'm hungry. I swing by my favorite Chinese takeout place and order sweet and sour chicken. I make my way back to the institution otherwise known as “college.” By now my coveted parking spot has been confiscated by some other parking challenged school goer. I drive around for twenty minutes smelling the delicacies hidden in the plastic bag in the passenger seat of my truck, my mouth yearning for just a taste. I find myself praying that God will miraculously open up a parking spot. I firmly believe that God answered my prayer—just not in the way I expected. My miraculously opened parking spot was a mile away from class. I catch the cross campus taxi (AKA the bus) and I carry my not so hot sweet and sour chicken and fried rice to a table in West Hall. I’ve always felt that the only way to eat Chinese food is with chopsticks (when in Rome (China) and all). But, I was never quite this hungry for Chinese food either. I quickly disregard the chopsticks in favor of the much loved and well known spork. I'm too hungry to waste time eating pork fried rice five grains and a carrot at a time. I glance down and what have I done? I’ve managed to spill hot pink/red sweet and sour sauce on my periwinkle blue sweater, forming a nice purple spot. And of course it’s no where that it can be camouflaged. I grab a folder to cover my front and rush to class.
It’s my last class of the day--Grammar. What joy this class puts in my day! How I love my Julie Andrews look-alike teacher who so enjoys putting me on the spot in class. I’m convinced she lives to prove that I’m dumb. I’m not. It’s just taking me a while to learn this mathematical equation that they call a sentence. This class is definitely “Math Meets English.” I find myself regularly going to the teacher’s office to be tortured, er, tutored.
I finally get back home with the girls that I am babysitting. Well, their home, not mine. They argued the whole way to my house to pick up some CD’s and a swimsuit. I turned on the radio and tried to ignore the sounds of sibling rivalry at its finest. I got them back home, in the shower, and then upstairs. Sang a lullaby, read a story, and got a kiss and then peace and quiet accented with an occasional nervous chuckle. In the back of my mind I hear the call of my future…’Here kitty kitty kitty…”