You’re In My Spot

I must be more like Sheldon because I get really pissed off when people sit in my spot. For some reason, seating has been more of an issue in classrooms for the social sciences than in the classrooms where I had my science classes.

Stupid bitches, who, on the last day of class, decide to sit in my spot for no reason whatsoever because their usual spots are empty, really piss me off. If their usual seat was perfectly adequate for the entire semester, why do they have to sit in my seat today of all fucking days?

If I had less self-control, finding my seat occupied when I walk into a classroom would send me into an apoplectic fit. However, seeing this bitch in my chair is taking every bit of self-control I have so that I don’t snatch her up by her shitty brown hair.

I don’t need this shit right now. I just want to show up to class, sit down in my seat, take my notes, and get on with my day. I am tired, and it’s been a long week with a lot of deadlines, and I am not in the mood for this nonsense.

Same history class, different day, I walk in and this little bastard who usually sits in front of me sleeping was sitting in my seat. Why? What the hell. A whole semester of the same seats and then the last couple of weeks, and people just decide to switch things up?… no, no. Not cool. I don’t have this problem in my Chemistry class. I don’t have this problem in my Government class. So why are the people in this fucking history class trippin’?

In a different history class, all semester, I ended up sitting way in the back because I got tired of walking in and always finding the seat I would have preferred to sit at taken by someone different every class.

After a while, I just got tired of the bullshit, so I grabbed a seat in the very back. Which worked out anyway in the end since I really didn’t like the class, or the way the professor did her lectures, or her shitty PowerPoint slides.

Sitting in the back meant I could pretend I was listening when, in fact, I was going to read the chapter in the textbook and just disregard whatever it was she was jibber jabbering about.

Last semester, there was only one blip with science class streak– I practically got into a fight with some girl cause she decided towards the end of the semester she was going to sit in my seat. I spoke up that time because my seat was next to my friend and my lab partner, I had no desire to sit elsewhere, and plus, she was hella irritating, so she had to be told. She got up and sat elsewhere.

It’s not my fault she thought her high school games would work there. That was last semester, though, and I thought it was a one-time thing.

Why do people have to sit in my seat?

On that note, I get just as grumpy about my parking spot. There is one spot where I like to park, and when I get home and find another car in it, I get really irritated about it. Fortunately (and unfortunately), my apartment complex is about to go to assigned parking… so I will reserve my feelings until I see what spot I’ve been assigned, as it is likely I will not be pleased.

The only positive thing about that is that it will, in fact, be my spot, wherever it happens to be.