Chapter 8- First Day Of Class Cont'd
~*Taylor’s Point Of View*~"I think that was quite possibly the worst math class in the history of math classes." I commented while getting into my car after class.
" I know. If he’d mentioned Harvard one more time I would’ve smacked him."
" Oh I know, like we really care that he got his masters degree in education at Harvard. Bleck..." She giggled and turned on the radio as I backed out of the parking space and left the school.
" OH MY GOD!!!! I haven’t heard this song on the radio in forever!!! Mmmbop ba du bop..." I laughed.
" Manda you really scare me sometimes, ya know that?"
"Yeah, but that’s why you love me right?" she said kissing my cheek.
" Yep!" we both started cracking up. " I’m hungry, do you want to get a bite to eat before we go back?"
" Sure, why don’t we go to the ‘Varsity’. It’s not that far from here. Then it’s like 5 minutes to the dorms from there."
" Alright." I said driving down Peachtree Street to the ‘Varsity’. We pulled into the parking lot about ten minutes later.
Manda left me to go find somewhere to sit, and I went and stood in line to order. It had become a routine for us when we came here, she found somewhere to sit and I ordered. We always got the same thing too; two cheeseburgers, a fry, and a coke to share. After ordering our food I went to "our spot". In reality "our spot" was just the back booth of the non- smoking area.
" Mmm, thanks." I said accepting my cheeseburger from Taylor. "What time is it?" I asked before taking a large bite of my burger.
" It’s..." he said glancing down at his watch, "12:00pm. Why?"
" No reason really. I was just wondering how long it was until economics."
" Oh. It starts at 2:30 right?"
"Yup." We finished eating and left to go back to the dorm. Once we got inside I went over towards the kitchen stopping at the bar and setting my stuff down. Then I went into the kitchen to grab a glass of milk before sitting down to do my trig homework. Shortly after I had started Taylor decided to join me. We spent the next hour and a half doing trig problems, like we’re actually going to be using trig in our day to day lives.
"Ugh...finally" I said closing my book with my homework in it when I was done. Taylor stuck his tongue out at me.
" I still have three left. I’m stuck on number 63."
"Here let me see." I said turning his book towards me. "Oh that’s easy. Here, this is where you messed up." I said correcting his mistake.
" Well gee, don’t I feel stupid." I giggled at his comment and wet to go get a drink.
" Do you want something to drink?"
" Can you hand me a Dr. Pepper?"
" Sure." I said handing him his requested beverage. I went over and sat down on the couch with my coke and turned on the TV. Taylor came over a few minutes later.
" Here we can watch whatever you want to." I said while handing him the remote.
" Alright." He flipped around through the channels until he came to ‘Armageddon’ on HBO. " Do you want to watch this?"
" Sure." I answered snuggling into him and pulling the afghan off of the back of the couch and wrapping it around us.
The movie was a little more than halfway over when I noticed that it was time to go.
"Ugh...we got to go. We’ve got economics." I announced untangling myself from Taylor and standing up.
" Bleh...alright. Help me up?" he said pouting.
" Pssh...fine give me your hand ya big baby." I said reaching for his hand. I tried to help him up, tried being the operative word there. However, it only resulted in me falling into a heap in his lap. He immediately started tickling me.
"Ack... Taylor! STOP!" I said squirming in his grasp. "We’ve really got to go."
" Alright, fine." He stopped tickling me and let me stand up. Then he got up, grabbed his keys, and we were out the door.
"Your first assignment will be budgeting. In order to do this, some of you will be in pairs and others of you will stay by yourselves. You’ll each get a "life" sheet stating your situation and partner, if you have one. It’ll tell you your age, combined salary, and kids, if any." Mr. Peterson announced to our economics class after we’d been listening to him lecture for an hour. A few short minutes later he began calling us up to get our "life" sheet.
" Hanson, Taylor Hanson?" Taylor ran up and grabbed his life sheet, and then quickly returned to his seat.
"So?" I asked.
"We got extremely lucky. We’re uhh... ‘husband and wife’."
