Short Stories

I.    It was really too hot to be sleeping in the car, but I did. I ate my lunch, slipped off my shoes, and reclined my chair. It was hot like clothes sticking to your body hot. Like, hair plastering to your forehead hot. My string-cheese had bloated/melted in a weird artificial way and I ate it anyways. My salad had become somewhat limp, but I put dressing on it and enjoyed it anyways. I felt nothing. 
  
II.  A boy held the door open for exiting students before the rest of us could enter for our scheduled class. A girl walked out and obviously stunned him. She was beautiful, tall, with a short bob cut that shaped her face like a razor. Her long skirt flowing across the floor, complementing her skin tone. He just stared, his jaw slightly agape, and my eyes observing the whole scene. 

III. No amount of Altoids can rid the balsamic vinaigrette smell from my breath. It makes me self-conscious.

IV.  I emailed my math teacher today to ask him whether or not I should withdraw with only 5 weeks in the semester to go. I'm eagerly and hopelessly awaiting a reply. I have failed all tests in the class and can't say that my GPA is jumping for joy, in fact, my GPA says she'd be better off without her complicated romance with Math 251. 

V. I'm in Anthropology and just watched the group I used to be in for a future project struggle to explain their topic to the teacher. That's because it was my topic and my idea. I withdrew from the group after realizing I'd fail the assignment if I stuck around.I came up with something else. 
Adieu. 
*Update: I am officially math free for the next 5 weeks. I withdrew, and in doing so (as the computer warned me before confirming) a "W" will appear on my transcript. Oh shit. You get away from the bad, but it follows your ass by clenching down on your coattails. It was something I felt I had to do. It was something I wanted to do, something I couldn't stand doing anymore. I really do hate failing, and so I quit. ;)