Lookout! It's Gonna Blow!

It is about the tenth week of class...maybe later...and our seats have been defined in classes. It's sort of an unspoken rule in classes as to who sits where. In 470, our row is front, left side (right if you're looking at the classroom from the front), it's always open, but it's a bit of a fight for which of the three computers we get.

Every day, Robbie, Nichole and I engage in a silent war to beat each other to class to avoid the computer that sounds like it will explode. Sly attempts to tell a classmate that they should probably go to the bathroom before class starts allows the others to quickly run to the lab and lay claim to a solid, non-explosion-sounding computer.

As I sit at the middle computer, I can hear it, and question whether or not Robbie's webpage is secure, or whether it might actually eat her account. Whether the flying shrapnel from the impending explosion of Robbie's computer will embed itself in my leg, or worse, injure my own computer and cause me to lose my own work.

Occasionally chivalry wins, and I give up my spot on one of the two good computers to the girls, and suffer through the uncomfortable whirring coming from the computer that is dangerously close to my loins.

Currently I am sitting in class, nearly unable to hear Jay speak because of the volume of Robbie's computer. I, fortunately, today have won the war, and am celebrating by using the stable computer. Robbie is threatening to never sit with us again because she is so offended by getting the bad computer.

I think she's bluffing.