So I have this story to tell you. I'm sitting in my Creative Writing class. The prompt has been delivered and everyone is writing. Normally, my phone rings right about this time...usually my mother. This time, however, I see a scurrying by my bag. I glance down and see a big and scary cockroach. I jump up from my chair without hesitation and run flailing and screaming across the room. This is slightly embarrassing considering how quiet the room was. I ran to the corner of the room nearest the door for my own safety and survival. I could not describe in a normal octave what had happened as everyone tried to calm the situation. The two girls beside me did not move. Jen (not Jenorama or Danger Jenni--a nonblogger) came over to comfort me as I shook. I thought it went into my bag so someone else must take care of this situation. Priscilla came over and pulled off her flipflop asking the room if she could take care of it. I think I begged her (if not verbally then mentally) to kill it. I voiced my opinion and no one objected. The cockroach is dead after being hit repeatedly. Priscilla said that it "gave her the eye." It was one scary wicked cockroach. I am shaking just thinking about it.

In other news though...I met Gervase from Survivor.

He was kind of an ass but generally I met a Survivor. I'm one step away from celebrity. Woohoo. Thats all I have to say about that.