Recently, I have been frustrated by my inability to take notes during class. I have become so accustomed to professors posting slides on the class website, that it throws me when I am responsible for writing it down myself. Well, today, I got a little boost of confidence in my secretarial skills when the stranger next to me kept looking at my sermon notes and copying them into his iPhone. I wasn't sure that's what he was doing until he leaned over, placed his finger under one of the words I had frantically scrawled on the scrap of paper I was using, and asked, "What does that say?" So there you have it...I apparently am a trusted source for notes after all! Feel free to peer over my shoulder and copy, but don't expect it to bee 100% legible.
Also noteworthy...the comment I heard while walking Layla around the pond. A girl said to a younger boy, who I assume was her brother, "You're the one who keeps farting!" The second time I passed them, they were wondering aloud which food from their dinner had already digested. My eavesdropping wasn't so sly when I LOLed.
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