I'm hijacking this thread for a moment to deliver one of my own college stories, now that I have one.
So my first class of the day is over just in time for lunch. I see some girls with pizza, so I figure I'll get some too.
Now, before I continue, I should make clear that my college is fucking HUGE. I don't know the exact measurements, but take into account that the place has A-J wings, only replace H with M and have it off to the side. That's a sign of a fucking big school.
So, after literally a half hour of wandering around the place, looking for some sign of pizza, I give in and ask someone for help. She points me to the F-Wing, which is where my last class was. I head back there, but still can't find the place.
So I ask another woman, who's holding some pizza in her hand, where the place would be. She points behind me, at the Tim Hortons right behind me. I had walked past the place at least twice in my quest for my favoured sustenance.
And the worst part was that I was just way too tired from wandering around to accept the awesomeness of there being pizza inside a Tim Hortons.
Yes, I know, I should've asked from the start. Well, what kind of story would that be, huh?
So my first class of the day is over just in time for lunch. I see some girls with pizza, so I figure I'll get some too.
Now, before I continue, I should make clear that my college is fucking HUGE. I don't know the exact measurements, but take into account that the place has A-J wings, only replace H with M and have it off to the side. That's a sign of a fucking big school.
So, after literally a half hour of wandering around the place, looking for some sign of pizza, I give in and ask someone for help. She points me to the F-Wing, which is where my last class was. I head back there, but still can't find the place.
So I ask another woman, who's holding some pizza in her hand, where the place would be. She points behind me, at the Tim Hortons right behind me. I had walked past the place at least twice in my quest for my favoured sustenance.
And the worst part was that I was just way too tired from wandering around to accept the awesomeness of there being pizza inside a Tim Hortons.
Yes, I know, I should've asked from the start. Well, what kind of story would that be, huh?