Race to the Seat

Okay so this entire semester I have sat in the same seat in my Religions class.

the seat in the back, right corner has my name all over it.

So why suddenly does this random girl start sitting in my seat the last month of the semester?

I don't know. 

It may be weird that this bothers me, but it does.

The funny things is that the 1st day she sat there, my professor called her out and asked why she 

was sitting in my seat? She replied with a sort of snooty "I didn't know we had a seating chart."

My professor laughed and just said he didn't care, he just always expects to see me sitting there.

Since that day, I'm not kidding, its been a race for the corner seat.

And I know she knows who I am and that I usually sit there.

(You may not care at all about this little story of mine, so sorry).

So today was my last day of class and I was determined to get my seat.

Of course everything that could've possibly made me late happened.

I woke up, had to shower really quick, got ready, scarfed down some eggos, and was on my way.

Then I had to wait in my FREEZING car while the ice semi-melted off my windshield.
I drove looking through a hole on my windshield about the size of my fist where the ice had melted.

I had to run to the store really quick to grab some stuff before school, don't worry I was good on time.

I finally arrive at my normal parking lot, and there's a sign saying that any car there after 4:00 would be towed for the basketball game that night.

I am finished with school at 5:00, awesome.

So I quickly drove across campus to another parking lot of which there were NO spaces.

I drove around trying to follow people zig-zag through cars, but someone else always beat me.

Finally after 25 minutes, I asked this guy who had barely set foot on the street if he was leaving.

He was, and I was so relieved, since class was starting right then.

So I slowly drove behind him as he walked, and he kept stopping, looking and continuing.

Turns out he forgot where he parked.

Another 6 minutes later, he finally finds his blue little smart car and happily waves at me.

I nodded back, but not really feeling the happy morning spirit at this moment!

So I have to run up 6 long flights of stairs (they're a killer),

and walked as quickly as I could to class.

My feet were so cold in my boots, it hurt to walk. As well as my nose.

Finally I walked into my classroom (15 minutes late), and there was the girl...

snug in my back, corner seat.

Dangett. 

This is the sneaky picture I took of her.

I had to post this. Now the semester is over, and she got my seat.

You probably think I'm really weird for caring about a specific seat, but I just had sat there

all semester and had adapted to the classroom that way.

Game over.