On Fridays, class starts at 10:55, most students show up accordingly. Others come earlier to attend the assembly or to use the library. One particularly crazy person reaches college at 9. Me (big surprise). I don't go to the library and when my friends aren't around there really is no logical reason as to why I should go so early...
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Casting aside whatever it is that caused me to arrive prematurely as just one of those things in the universe that you dont have the means to explain, let's move on to the SUBJECT.
I was not in a particularly good mood so I decided it was better for everyone if I steered clear of human interaction. I made my way to the back lawns - perfect; green, wide and sparsely populated. I sat right in the middle of the expanse (coz there was nothing to lean against not coz i am very fond of breaking my back bending over a book) and bent over a book on the human genetics with very loud music, that I don't care much for, blasting away into my skull.
A small framed female human specimen approached me. This creature was completely oblivious to the fact that she was this close to getting her head bitten off, had she chosen to interrupt my brain numbing session any sooner. Luckily for her, I was pretty pacified by the time she came up to me. Therefore the conversation went somewhat like this -
"Hey, are you free right now?"
"I guess" This said very neutrally, indifferently even.
"Ok, so would you be my subject?" She rambled on about how she was in third year doing psychology and how she REALLY needed a subject for her practical next period in the bperiod and all that. But all I really heard was that she asked me to be her subject. No one had ever asked me to be their subject. And though there was nothing especially romantic about the way she asked me, I couldn't turn down the first person who wanted me to be their subject. This little question had also brought me straight out of my bad mood and I agreed almost instantly.
There were many ways in which the morning could have gone straight back to how it had started off... in my new role, I was subjected (heheheh.. subjected, get it?) to an activity that had immense potential to piss off - I was asked to write an essay about a recent incident that had gotten me angry. Nice. So choosing to ignore the incident that was flashing in my head in technicolour (the reason for my lovely mood earlier that day), I wrote about a mildly irritating event, that I don't even remember now. Fate 0, Kalyani 1. I actually laughed that I should get a topic like that on that day. Then my essay was evaluated while I was made to mark someone else's subject's essay. doing so I knew what was going to happen next. And buahahahahaha, it did. I got my essay back with the worst possible marks. Fate can go poop! Coz apparently it was an attempt to piss us off and some subjects did get mad, and irritable as I was didnt get angry, in fact I got happier, giggle-y even. The power of the first true suject-ness (if you didn't get it, try putting love as the last word and then replacing it again with subjectness. Explanations kill jokes, I know.. but this one was still born, however I want the world to know exactly how lame my attempts at humour are).
Floating around on the high of my first subjectness, my :D couldn't be touched. i guess I wasn't the ideal subject and the experiment didn't work out, but it was fun while it lasted.. Honestly I hope every girl gets a chance to be a subject and have an equally wonderful time :')
