Karma is a Bitch.
Remember how I complained in my last blog post about how all the hot guys I see are too short? I guess I should eat my words. I have science lab on Thursdays for plant biology. It's an obnoxiously long class, and I'm not really a science person, so it's usually pretty bland. My story begins a few weeks ago when we met for our first class. Because it was drop/add week, we only went over the syllabus and how to work a microscope. I had worked with microscopes in the past, and had pre-read the syllabus, and so class that day was extra boring. And when I get bored I zone out. And when I zone out I stare. This can get me into some pretty awkward situations, such as during this first class when I caught myself zone-out staring at the hot guy a couple tables over. Only that's not the bad part. The bad part is that I only realized I was staring, because he looked at me . I blushed scarlet, and avoided zoning out for the rest of class. As mortifying as it was in the moment,...