I had my favorite class today. The writing class that was canceled three of the last four days it should have been held. I was sick for the first set of cancelations, then the teacher was sick. That's pretty scary.

In all honesty, I do like this writing class. The people in it are very interesting, intelligent, and articulate. That's never happened to me before. I really like talking to quite a few of them. Today, I even enjoyed talking to the 'lone annoying person' who seems to be in every class.

Everyone knows who that is, right? In high school he was the guy with the big glasses who spoke too loudly and answered every question. The person who made the 'Ooo! Ooo!' noises when there were questions about The Battle of 1812, or Obscure Chemistry meets Obscure Biology. He answered every question in that tone of voice that screamed out "I'm smarter than all of you and I'm going to flaunt it in that asshole way, rather than just be content to be smart and succeed when the rest of you fail!" Then he'd succeed when the rest of you would fail, and he'd flaunt that too. In college it's usually an older guy, who sits in the front of the room, comes to class early to 'chat' with the teacher, and always gives everyone that I-Have-Life-Experience attitude. Just because you're older doesn't mean you know everything. Welcome back to college, we never left.

We were all in small groups today. I was in a group with the Sweet Girl Who Writes About Witches, the Deep and Thoughtful Guy Who Jumps If You Look At Him Funny, and Mr. Married Older Guy, who happens to be the 'lone annoying person' in the class. But today, he didn't annoy me. At all. He went on for about twenty minutes about Puerto Rico becoming the 51st state, pros and cons, but he didn't annoy me. Then the other two went to hand in their papers from the week before, and it was just me and him. And he asked me about my boyfriend. I had written two poems, one of which was even titled "Boyfriend". He said the poems made him think Brian and I were real opposites. I said "Yeah, for some stuff".

He grinned and said something about That-Special-Someone being someone you could write poems (like mine) about and stuff. I just smiled back. Then we had the coolest conversation about significant others and how great it is when you balance out weak spots and extremes in each other. It really was uplifting and he had some good points about relationships and That-Special-Someone. It was nice to compare relationships with someone who didn't hate their girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse. It was nice to tell someone who didn't hate all cute couples about Brian. It was nice to hear about another cute couple, and the cute baby they had. My only problem -- he refers to his child as his "little one" all the time. I still don't know the GENDER.

Gosh, parents are cute when they first start out.