Confessions of A Working Girl

Waiting always makes time seem longer, doesn’t it? Time stretches and stretches and did you know that on one of the walls in the campus center at my school there are 156 bricks?

 When I finished with classes at 12:15, I went with Vivien to the blood drive. I wasn’t going to give blood–I hate needles–but she was. And since she suspected that there would be a wait, she thought she would get bored. We both did.  We got to the campus center–where the blood drive was–around 12:30. Vivien got number 63 for waiting. The first hint that the wait might be a little long was that when we got there, number 54 was still waiting. While sitting there waiting, we met two other girls who were also waiting. Funny, but we never actually asked for each other’s names, despite the two hours we were talking. 

Yes, it was two hours. Over, even. Vivien’s number didn’t get called until close to three. And she didn’t get done actually donating blood till about 4:10. I was astonished that it took so long. I thought the whole point of blood drives was to get blood donated quickly. When we finally left, there were people still waiting. O.o 

On another note, that boy from Tai Kwon Do–Matthew? I figured out which class of mine he’s in. He’s in my touchstones of western literature class. And he sits diagonally behind me. Why didn’t  I notice earlier? Perhaps detective wouldn’t be a good idea for a job choice if I miss that much.  

Speaking of classes, I was debating maybe changing to a double major. Criminal Justice and Spanish for business. I mean, I’ve been taking spanish since 7th grade so I’m not completely horrible at it…