*Um, that's MY desk*

When I woke up early on this rainy Wednesday, I had no idea what complications were in store. I am getting pretty sick, and that is not the best way to start off in the first place. I didn't get enough sleep, so I am losing and forgetting everything! I lost my wallet, and had to go on a wild goose chase to find it. Luckily, someone picked it up and emailed me, because I put my distress call in the classifieds on the school network. Thank you, Classifieds. But the real complication happened when I walked into my Spanish class and a girl was sitting in my desk. Let me give you the background of my desk life. When I choose a desk at the beginning of the semester it becomes my safety zone. I do much better in the classes that I sit in the front right. I have no idea why, but a GPA doesn't lie! This lucky side of the classroom is what has finally worked out for me. And I have no intention of changing it around. I am not a fan of change, and I am extremely weird when it comes to my desk. Yes, I admit it can come off as a little nuts, but I don't really care. I need my desk. That is MY desk. This is my grade and sanity we are talking about. I NEED my desk. It is my home away from home! It's the only thing that stays the same in this swiftly changing world of mine! You can take away my house, my clothes, my car, my life...but you BETTER NOT take away my desk!!!!!!!!!

With that said....I walked into my Spanish class and was shocked and horrified to see a girl sitting in MY desk. There was no mistaking how I felt, because my eyes were as wide as baseballs. Something about the chairs had changed, and she normally sits beside me, but now she was in my desk. I prayed last night that the Lord would help me to love people, and not be rude, so I decided to take the desk on the other side of her. It was a stretch, but at least it was on my side of the classroom and in the front, right? "Uh, I'm saving this seat for my friend...just so you know" she said to me. By the way...this "friend" of hers was not even there yet! My eyes grew wide again, and my mind swirled as I noticed the only other desks were on the left side of the classroom. Because of my sinful nature, the prayers of the night before were quickly forgotten in the madness. (Not to mention it's rude to save a seat) "Um, that's MY desk you're sitting in over there. You usually are in THIS desk." I tried to say as calm as I could pointing out her desk. "Ya, well, I'm sitting here now. It's just a desk."...JUST A DESK?!?!?! JUST A DESK?!?!?!?! NO. NO NO NO NO! You did NOT just say that about my desk! I forced myself to calm down, and tried to do the sane thing and find a spot on the left side of the classroom. I walked over like a good little girl, then sat down, got my books out, and met the people around me. But my world was falling apart. I longingly looked at my desk where this girl (who had quite the nerve) now sat. Not to mention Hannah and Justin, my Spanish friends, were over on the right side by my lovely desk. That was not okay. Nothing was okay about this whole situation.

I had to do something. I could not sit there and let this injustice happen for 50 mins of my life! I walked strait up to the teacher and said "Excuse me, but what exactly is going on with the desk situation? I think there is a problem. You see, I usually sit there. But we are missing a desk." "Oh, hmm, I have no idea what's happened to the desk. You can sit at THAT one, though" He pointed to a ghetto desk that probably couldn't even fit a book on it. I went and tried to sit there while I desperately looked at Justin. I was SO close to the white board! I could probably lick the board if I wanted to. Is the world against me?! Is someone trying to make me fail?! That desk should not even be considered a desk. It would work much better as a piece of firewood, or a passenger on a trash truck. Luckily, Justin offered to switch spots with me. Which was REALLY sweet considering he is 6'3 and 250 lbs. The desk he was switching to was very small, and he was quite the comical relief to look at. He moved the desk he was giving me up so it was in the position where MY desk normally is. This made the girl who had taken MY desk stuck in the middle ile. She now had a line all her own, and we were all squooshed together. We were literally sharing that part of the classroom. It was a fight over the desk, and I had won. She looked at me with this disgusted face "You know, I don't even care what side of the room I sit on! I am able to move around!" And all I could think was "THEN WHY DON'T YOU MOVE!!!!" I just looked at her and said "I'm crazy. Get used to it. I'm not going to fail, because you decide to take my desk. And you better get up pretty early in the morning to beat me to it next class." I said in a joking manner, so it was not as rude as I felt. After that, I looked back at Hannah who was laughing and said "I am so glad you are in this class, otherwise it would be really boring!" I saw the teacher watching so I explained the situation to him.. "You know those classes you took on those special students who have particular needs? Ya, that's me. So I need this desk."

I realize I am coming off as some lunatic with a desk issue. And you know what? It's true. I do have that issue.. And that is JUST fine with me...as long as I get that desk. I can have 100 people thinking I'm crazy, because that desk brings results. I am already in College five years, and I do not intend to make it six, because some freshman decides my desk is a free for all.