They'd been irritating me by standing in my way at every turn anyway. Jerks.
Um, I started class. I foresee much sucking up to my professor in my future. She seems like the type I was teacher's pet of back in high school before all my English teachers were male (meaning, junior and senior years). But, today we read poetry that we brought in. I read "I will live and survive" by Irina Ratushinskaya. Translated, of course. This is the poem I won a itty gold medal that I'm disgustingly proud of in Oral Interpretation. By the time I got to the end, I stumbled once because I was shaking so bad it was hard to speak. I used to be better at this talking thing. I guess I need some practice.