chang|e one’s mind

so in one of my classes, there’s about 50ish students.  i usually sit towards the back with some other korean friends of mine.  there’s about 7 of us in the class.  4 sit in the back where i am and 3 sit towards the front.  i think you may know where i’m heading with this.

so every once in a while one of us will raise our hand to answer a question, and pretty much without fail, the professor will call whoever raised their hand by the wrong name.  i don’t think any two of us have the same body type.  we all dress differently.  2 of us have glasses.  one almost always wears a hat.  one has facial hair.  one looks like he’s 12 years old.  despite all this, the professor just cannot tell us apart.  what’s worse is that 90% of the time, it’s the same person who raises his hand.

i’m sure the professor feels bad.  and we especially have fun just laughing to ourselves when she calls one of us by the wrong name.  it’s not that we’re mad at her or anything.  i think we just look at it as a funny joke.  hopefully she doesn’t feel like we hate her or anything.  despite all this, she still tries to call on us even when she’s not sure what our names are.  no fear, i’m telling you.  with all the confidence in the world she’ll call some other guy “enoch”.

today for instance:

the professor was taking volunteers to answer a question and not finding one, looked in the back corner of the room and called on “enoch”.  no problem here right?  well, the thing is, i wasn’t sitting in the back corner.   my friend was.  he knew she was looking at him and called him enoch, but instead, he decides to just sit back and let me answer the question.  i didn’t know she was looking at my friend the whole time, so like an idiot, i start answering the question.  no big deal right?  right.  until… my friend in the back corner raises his hand to answer another question later and the professor calls him “enoch.”  what the freak?!?!  you heard me answer the question that you addressed to enoch, and yet you call another guy the same name?!  i mean, how many enochs could you possibly have in a class?  or did you seriously just forget which one of us is enoch and you’re just taking a shot in the dark with enoch again thinking that maybe this time you’ll get it correct?

again, i’m not mad.  i don’t think any of us are.  we find this really entertaining.  and it’s definitely not just with the korean students.  although it happens a lot more with us.  we love you professor!

_do you ever find random things in your pocket?  most of the time from the last time you wore your pants, but sometimes you don’t even remember putting the object in your pocket.

since i play guitar a lot, i always find random picks in my pocket.  the good thing is, they always make it through the wash and always seem to find themselves back into the pocket of origin.  so sometimes, on a really good day, when i have to play guitar and don’t have a pick on me, i’ll just stick my hand in my pocket and CHA-CHING!  pull out a pick, not even expecting it would be there.  the funny thing is sometimes i expect it to be there when there is no reason for one to be there.  and then i get disappointed that my magic pick-appearing trick didn’t work.

another thing i usually find in my pocket is mints.  like the ones you take from restaurants after you eat.  not the chewy after dinner kind, but the hard starlight mint kind.  these usually make it through the wash, but i end up throwing them away just in case they taste like soap.  plus they’re all broken and let’s face it, who wants to eat a broken starlight mint?  not me, that’s who.

so with all the picks and mints floating in my pockets, it’s kinda like christmas everyday.  what will i find in my pocket today?  old ticket stub?  receipt?  or the best one yet – money?

sometimes i…

…eat stuff off the ground if i dropped something (as long as it doesn’t have anything gross on it)

…don’t listen to anything someone is saying because i’m thinking about squirrels or something random

…like to scare people when they’re not expecting it

…throw away random peoples’ trash when i make a dumpster run

…clear other peoples’ tables for them

…can’t drink water properly and end up with a huge water stain on my shirt/pants

…practice dancing in front of the mirror

…trip on steps that say “watch your step”

…slip on wet spots on floor

…talk to people thinking they’re still in the room when they’re not

…can’t decide between honey bunches of oats and cranberry almond crunch

…wake up thinking it’s sunday for 3 days in a row

…keep drinking water even though i’m not thirsty and/or i’m really full just because it’s in front of me

…continue singing a song as i turn off my car and exit only to realize there’s someone standing right outside my car that’s listening to me

no, i’m not getting all philosophical on you.  this is question i asked myself as i found myself walking into target.

has this ever happened to you?  you know you have to go somewhere.  you get in your car and you arrive, and as soon as you get there, you know you had to go there, but you have absolutely no idea why are you there.  happens to me allll the time.  i think i ended up staying there for about an hour or so trying to figure out why i was there.

i wrote a “to buy” list that i’ve been keeping for the past month or so.  i knew i had to go to target to buy something.  so i decided today would be the day.  too bad i didn’t look at my list before i went.  i ended up walking around the entire store looking for what could have possibly been on the list, while in my mind i was going through different categories: bathroom stuff, food, clothes, electronics, candy, office, cd’s/dvd’s.

so this is what i came up with and walked out with (cause i’m sure you all are curious): shaving gel, a loofa, body wash, the new anberlin cd, and a trash can.  seriously, a friggin’ hour to find this junks.  what kind of person does that?  although i did get pretty distracted by the music section.

speaking of music, i’ve been listening on some r&b lately.  i’m loving the chill beats and the sexual innuendos.  man, i would so love to be an r&b singer, but instead of being one of those smooth, sexy types, i’d be one of those non-sexual r&b singers.  yeah, that’s what i’m talkin’ about.  with my lack of smoothness, the ladies would be repelled.  “hey girl, it takes me an hour to shop for a loofa and body wash.  you sure you don’t wanna get with this?”  smooth.  real smooth.

i’ve been having some weird dreams lately.  a lot of them have been pretty real involving people i know.  like the past 2 dreams that i remember, i got in an argument with someone.  so weird.  so now whenever i see them, i can’t help but wonder if we argued in real life or if it was just my dream.  it reminded me of one dream i had back in high school.  i was arguing with my mom about closing a window or something stupid like that, but it got pretty heated.  it went something like,

“close the window!!”

“no, you close the window!”

“why do i always have to close the window?” (for as far as i can tell, this is the first time the subject of closing a window has ever come up)

and then when i woke up, those feelings carried over to real life.  it took me a little while to realize it was just a dream and i had to calm myself down from being frustrated.

i’d really like to study dreams and dream interpretation.  like what do different things symbolize?  or what things from real life trigger this kind of dream?  i think there’s so much that they reveal to us about ourselves and parts of us that we don’t even think about.  it’s like our subconscious trying to break through repressed memories and the things that are on the fronts of our minds.  like maybe i have a problem with those people i argued with in my dream and i need to work on our relationships.  it’s pretty interesting what your subconscious comes up with. it’d be cool to be able to tap into channeling the power of dreams or something so that you could remember and analyze what you’ve dreamt.  hmm… maybe i should patent this idea.