To be fair, Booboo's been exposed to life at my University since, well, since she was in the womb really.
My very first semester of college was spent waddling around campus while Booboo was busy growing arms, legs, fingers, and what not. By the end of that semester I couldn't reach over my billowing belly to the easel that my drawing paper sat on in art class.
It would be two years and six months later before I returned to school, and another six months before Booboo would come back to college.
I'll never forget that day. We attended what was my favorite class at the time, Sociology of Religion, and it could have gone a little more smoothly. I came with the whole bag of tricks: coloring books, markers, paper, and crayons, and stopped at the candy machine in the hall to get what I thought was a nice big piece of gum. See, kids can't talk and chew gum at the same time, especially a gumball the size of a shooting marble, so I figured this would work out real well.
It didn't.
What I bought for her out of the "gumball machine" wasn't a gumball, it was a big ass jawbreaker. You know, the things that don't melt fast that you have to hold in your cheek and make you look like a chipmunk? Yeah, it was that.
She spent the entire class time sitting behind me drawing relatively quietly, but with a long and loud, "shhhhhhhhhlurp," occurring every few minutes as she sucked the spit in through the side of her mouth and past the ginormous jawbreaker. We made it through a little over half the class before my professor lost all composure, doubled over laughing, and dismissed us early.
In the last two weeks Booboo's been back; once for a chili cook-off in the Geography department, and another to attend my New Media Writing class.
I failed to tell my New Media professor that Booboo loves the spotlight. I had given her a good speech on the way from her bus stop to my school about how she shouldn't speak unless she was spoken to... and then she was spoken to.
After pretending to be all the bashful she is NOT, she proceeded to get up in front of the class and act out a story about burning down the world, make a few more comments, then lay her head down in my lap to pass out and drool on my jeans.
In all fairness, she's cute as a button and sharp as a whip. Maybe next time she'll do the stand-up routine she did for my sister's wedding celebration. :)
*Thanks for being patient with us New Media Writing classmates, I really appreciate it.
My very first semester of college was spent waddling around campus while Booboo was busy growing arms, legs, fingers, and what not. By the end of that semester I couldn't reach over my billowing belly to the easel that my drawing paper sat on in art class.
It would be two years and six months later before I returned to school, and another six months before Booboo would come back to college.
I'll never forget that day. We attended what was my favorite class at the time, Sociology of Religion, and it could have gone a little more smoothly. I came with the whole bag of tricks: coloring books, markers, paper, and crayons, and stopped at the candy machine in the hall to get what I thought was a nice big piece of gum. See, kids can't talk and chew gum at the same time, especially a gumball the size of a shooting marble, so I figured this would work out real well.
It didn't.
What I bought for her out of the "gumball machine" wasn't a gumball, it was a big ass jawbreaker. You know, the things that don't melt fast that you have to hold in your cheek and make you look like a chipmunk? Yeah, it was that.
She spent the entire class time sitting behind me drawing relatively quietly, but with a long and loud, "shhhhhhhhhlurp," occurring every few minutes as she sucked the spit in through the side of her mouth and past the ginormous jawbreaker. We made it through a little over half the class before my professor lost all composure, doubled over laughing, and dismissed us early.
In the last two weeks Booboo's been back; once for a chili cook-off in the Geography department, and another to attend my New Media Writing class.
I failed to tell my New Media professor that Booboo loves the spotlight. I had given her a good speech on the way from her bus stop to my school about how she shouldn't speak unless she was spoken to... and then she was spoken to.
After pretending to be all the bashful she is NOT, she proceeded to get up in front of the class and act out a story about burning down the world, make a few more comments, then lay her head down in my lap to pass out and drool on my jeans.
In all fairness, she's cute as a button and sharp as a whip. Maybe next time she'll do the stand-up routine she did for my sister's wedding celebration. :)
*Thanks for being patient with us New Media Writing classmates, I really appreciate it.
Bashful...Lily...no.
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