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What Girls Think About During Class
What Girls Think About During Class
Who said class was for learning?
Damnit, these slides are straight out of the book. Coulda stayed home to watch more reruns of Gossip Girl
I wonder what Matt is doing later…
No. Stop thinking about Matt. I’m over him.
I wonder if Matt is talking to someone new?
Nope, doesn’t matter, I don’t care if he is, he can go screw himself for all I care
Shit what did the professor just say?
That kid is hot. I’m gonna pretend like I don’t notice him so he’ll talk to me after class.
Seriously though, we’d look great together
It’s so freaking cold in here
Let’s go on Pinterest…
OMG I HAVE TO CRAFT THAT! OMG I HAVE TO BUY THAT! OMG THAT PIC OF A GUY WITH A BABY/PUPPY IS SO CUTE OMG
Tweet about how much I love Pinterest and how I wish I were more crafty or I wasn’t broke cause I really want that sweater I pinned
What in God’s name is that girl a few rows up wearing?
Jesus, that’s her boyfriend? How am I still single
Check Facebook to judge people on every detail of their social media lives
Well now that I’m on here, I might as well just see what Matt’s up to
WTF now it’s hot as balls in here
Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Please tell me that’s not Matt’s best friend
sitting in the row behind me right now watching me creep on Matt
What are we even learning in this class?
Check my phone… nobody’s texted me
Twitter notification… YESSS 2 people retweeted me!
4 minutes left till class is over. Time to pack up
Awkwardly trying to put my stuff away while maintaining eye contact with the professor so I don’t seem too rude.
Class is over, I’ve learned nothing, and I go home to complain to my roommates about how pissed I am that I even bothered going to class today.






