I'm 19 years old, currently attend Florida State University for Russian and International affairs, and up for meeting new people. I have my flaws and ups and downs but overall I'm pretty down to earth. Ask me anything and I'll try to answer you honestly. Happy following :)
Don’t ever say that it’s unlikely someone’s gonna fall in love with you because they will. They will. They will see all the things I see and more, and I don’t know, unlike me they’ll actually deserve you.
—Bright Abbott, Everwood (via myfinchelheartloavespeeta)
(Source: myfinchelheart)
lols
Preface: I am baby-faced, and, at the time of this story, was wearing just a regular black tshirt and jeans.
When I was a phd student and about to start teaching a night class during the summer, I found a purse sitting in a hallway of my building. No one was around, as it was that dead period between regular classes and night classes. I searched around for about 20 minutes for the owner. Then, I gave up, grabbed the purse, and took it to the admin desk of the building. The receptionist who knew me greeted me, and I handed the purse to her while telling her the story. Afterwards we began talking about other things.
Not five minutes later, a middle aged woman comes in from outside claiming she accidentally left her purse in the building when she stepped out to grab some food between her classes. The receptionist asked her for her name, and, when it was confirmed, handed her the purse. She then pointed me out as the person who rescued the bag. The woman turned on me with all the venom of an Australian genetic experiment. She bitched me up one side and down the other about how I was trying to steal the purse. She called me every name in the book, and said I was lucky that she had class or she would call the campus police on me. I just shook my head through the whole thing. Obviously unsatisfied at my response, she stormed off.
A few minutes later, I walked into my class. Several students turned to look at me, including the woman. She said loudly and angrily, “What the fuck do you want now?” I ignored her, walked to the front, set my crap down, and said, “Good evening class, I’m Haezeus, and I may look like a kid to some of you and, as I was told a couple minutes ago, a thief to others. It fine, if you believe the former, but, if you hold with the latter,” and here I made eye contact with her, “I recommend changing majors. Possibly universities.” As I continued on, she got up and left. Never saw her again.
