First thing this morning I am sent to pick up a form from a woman in another office on campus. Not only do I unintentionally make up a new name for this woman, but when I return to my office I find that I've gotten the wrong form.
In a class where the rows of desks are far too close together, I accidentally fall all over this nice music theory major I'm trying to scootch past. At least it ends in an interesting conversation, rather than angry words.
Riding across campus on the way towards the library, I see this girl. She is wearing a dress that would best be described as a Slutty Grandma/ Circus Tent amalgam. It is a thing of horror, but I cannot look away.