a long-needed sighting of mr pompom

i am happy to announce that i have had a recent sighting of mr pompom! now that i am not a part of chemistry any more, i have felt the severe loss of not seeing mr pompom on a nearly daily basis.

the sighting
so just because it was convenient, i decided to use one of the upper-level science computer labs to print out some miscellaneous papers. i trekked up the two flights, and arrived in a moderately filled computer lab. i spotted an open computer and plopped down. the chair to my right was empty, but the computer was in use.

i started to take care of business, when plop! the mysterious computer user had returned. and to my pleasure and surprise it was mr pompom! i rejoiced at the sight of his grizzly beard, fuzzy head of hair, dumbledore glasses, and quirky baseball cap. i grinned.

out of my periphery, i noticed that he was working on a chemistry lab write-up. and was having a pretty tough time with it.

this was evidenced by the heavy sighs, grunts, moans, "under-his-breath" mutterings, and fist pounds that conveyed his frustration.

and like only mr pompom can do, after each sigh/grunt/moan/mutter/fist pound (which i believe were all a slight bit exaggerated for dramatic effect) he would slowly angle his head and peek at my expression. after the tenth time, i couldn't help but giggle and give him a huge grin.

ahhh...i adore him.

update on mr pompom

so everyday in chemistry class i can't help but observe the chemistry shouter. or what i am calling him now: mr pompom.

one day he was getting ready to stake his front seat when he stood up and took off his jacket. this action revealed his outfit. yikes. he was wearing the baggiest of brown corduroy pants paired with a tight (like a baby tee for girls), white, too short shirt that had blue rims around the short sleeves. it was a look that definitely went down in my book.

and then a couple days ago he was in front of his seat, standing, and he took off his pull over sweatshirt. and you know how sometimes when a guy takes off his sweatshirt he sometimes accidentally pulls off the undershirt too? so it leaves his naked torso shown to the whole world?

so poor mr pompom had his scrawny and pale naked torso writhing around as he furiously tried to pull his undershirt down and his sweater off. but his hairy head was hindering his progress. so for the next minute the entire lecture hall was treated to his free torso show.

until he finally righted himself and immediately plopped down in his seat.

ahh...my daily entertainment.

the pom pom

chemistry 202. 11 o clock in the morning. for fifty minutes. a total yawn. except the one thing that makes me perky at such a time is the chemistry “shouter.” by “shouter” i mean the person who usually sits next to you and shouts out the answers whenever the professor asks a rhetorical question. usually they are way annoying. but not this one.

he always sits in the front row of the big lecture hall. he wears glasses that remind me of dumbledore’s “half-moon glasses” and has grown a full and voluminous beard. he’s not that old, more likely in his young twenties. and day after day he never fails to wear a baseball cap, beanie, or pom pom stocking cap. and by pom pom stocking cap i mean the type of stocking cap that is white and red knit, says i ♥ oregon, and on the very tip is attached a gargantuan red yarn pom pom. so he continues to claim the front center seat each class, and he also continues to shout. examples of this behavior is such:

doug would ask

does that make sense?

cs would reply with a laconic

for sure.

doug would ask

homework will be due monday. agreed?

cs would agree with a

yeah. mmmhmmm.

and each time he finished his shout, he would look behind his shoulder and peer at the rest of the class over his spectacles to see if anyone was laughing. i could tell he hoped so, because he himself would have a big silly grin on his face.

what i don't understand

what i don't understand is why people have to go to college. it seems to me, a waste of four years of my life, a gross waste of my money, and a waste of brain power. chemistry is the devil. even general chemistry. you may think that science isn't that hard, but omfg, i have seen what organic chemistry does to people. it turns them into zombies for real.

so at 11:50 am today, i got out of taking my gen chem midterm and it totally kicked my ass. well, hold on, i think i kicked its fill-in-the-blank and multiple choice ass, but it's word problems kicked my ass. i felt so unfortunate. my professor pinned up the answers on a board afterward, but i was too depressed to look.

on the bright and beautiful side, i escaped from my english class 50 minutes earlier! that is the beauty of being in the library, and acting like i'm doing research for a paper that i have already done. well, done two years ago. yeah, i'm using an old research paper. but, if the shoe fits...