Alicia and I took our place at our desks, and continued to scout potential group members. We were approached by The Geek. Geek is an unnatural redhead (yes, a ginger by choice) with glasses and bad skin. She seemed nice enough and was the first to make contact, so we welcomed her with open arms. She let us know that she was actually in her 5th year of this 3 year program. So she had the experience to offer? Someone help us.
The Cute Girls (The Blonde and The Brunette): The Blonde is chattier, and very sweet. The Brunette is quiet, but not in a bad way. We spoke to these two and loved them. Normal, down to earth, smart enough.
Professor Business School: Class one is taught by a recent graduate of my university’s business school. Mutual friends. Brutal.
Alicia and I decided to ask the cute girls to join us in groups and were immediately rejected. Ouch.
Next class is taught by Professor Shorthair. Your average overachieving, overly intense, takes her job too seriously, punishes the students for the people mean to her in college, lesbian. This one could go either way.
The Squeaky Wheel: Alicia and I met her when going to the helpdesk to have the course software installed on our computers. She seemed nice enough, knew the classmates, and promised intelligence. Score. We all went together for lunch, Alicia and I embracing our new friend and potential group member. Well after our appetizer, it seemed as though The Squeaky Wheel could be a problem. She had some sort of snide remark referring to every single member of our program, had to switch sections to avoid professors that had been a previous problem for her, had a personal issue with Professor Shorthair, and had to have all of her assignments re-graded, and had also done every assignment solo while everyone else was in a group. Red Flag.
The Brittany’s laughed at something on my desktop from class.
All of the professors have poor grammar.
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