Okay, I'm back into the grind of school. I have 3 classes today. i've been to 2. Special Topics was nothing but us updating the laptops the professor has for other classes. Imagine 19 laptops and 6 people updating them. We just updated Firefox, Windows XP, and McAfee.
My Calculus class was fine. We spent today doing average velocity and secant lines. We also worked on the velocity project I thought we would do Thursday. After spending some time in the IT lounge working on my Calculus homework, I went to Arby's and had some lunch. 
While I was in the IT lounge, Renee was in here. We stared talking about the girl next door. We both agree were rather be the girl next door (getting out IT degrees) than to be the local skank. Okay, so we didn't say it that way. We just felt it's best to leave something to the imagination. It was during this discussion that I remarked I'm not the girl to date for fun. I'm the type of girl you take home to your mother and marry.
Lately, I've been listening to '80s pop. One song I have on at the moment it Richard Marx's "If You Don't Want My Love." When I get out of school, and get ready to be in the couples track, this song it going to be my philosophy about love. Don't want me? Let me go. Don't think it's cool to keep me hanging on. It's all or nothing. Basically, be honest! Tell me from the get go. I don't think that's too much to ask. It's a shame that Fee Waybill, not Richard, worte the lyrics. You don't want me? There's someone else that will. I think that's the line I like best. It goes along the lines of something my mother tried to tell me growing up.
I know you have reservations
And you're just along for the ride
But I see a slight hesitation
What are you trying to hide?Don't be afraid to bare your soul
Nothing you say could be too bold
I'm growing oldIf you don't want my love
Tell me now 'cause I’ll survive
If you don't want my love
I'm sure that somebody does tonightYou make a grown man quiver
It might be hard to believe
But it's time to stand and deliver
You've just been playing with meI don't want to blow my only chance
But you've got to show me where you stand
Or drop my handIf you don't want my love
Tell me know 'cause I'll survive
If you don't want my love
It won't be the end of my lifeIf you don't want my love
Night will fall and the sun will rise
If you don't want my love
I'm sure that somebody does tonightI don't want to blow my only chance
But you've got to show me where you stand
Or drop my handIf you don't want my love
Tell me now 'cause I'll survive
If you don't want my love
It won't be the end of my lifeIf you don't want my love
Night will fall and sun will rise
If you don't want my love
I'm sure that somebody does tonightIf you don't want my love
Ain't gonna worry tonight
If you don't want my love
Well somebody does tonight
Posted by Shawn at August 22, 2006 4:43 PM in Schooling.
Oh man, I wish I had your professor. I have a class titled "Special Topics" as well, but I just got e-mailed about 200 pages worth of papers on iron regulation in bacteria--which I have to finish in two weeks.
I also think you're probably the type of girl that guys would take home to their mother and marry. I think that when guys finally do decide to settle down, they pick the girl next door because she would be more reliable. On the other hand, I probably wouldn't be the best choice to take to mom--at best, I can be a little intimidating and weird.
Special Topics is a level 2000 course.
As for you, you're the type of girl that a could be considered the trophy wife of a doctor that loves learning and reading. As for confronting mom, you could pass that test.
Actually, if you wouldn't mind, I'd just switch places and get the trophy husband instead.
