Chimichangas

It’s amazing what people can do in an hour and a half long law class. I mean, tens of students, on their laptops, with INTERNET. Most of the guys are checking out their fantasy football team or the blonde ice queen in the seventh row, second from the left. Pretty much everyone has a solid stream of gchat or facebook conversations, periodically switching over to type something in their notes. Girls be shopping, girls be shopping. As for me, every time a hand goes up, my right hand instinctively moves the touchpad so that the arrow hovers over “Mozilla Firefox” (Internet Explorer is so 2000s – what, do you still use AOL too? You do?) and *click-click* fucking google.com. Having any other homepage is reprehensible, at best. It's not that I don't care what my classmates have to say, it's just...well yeah, that's probably it. Sue me. Don't.

One time when I was sitting just one row from the top, I could have sworn the kid behind me was playing a computer game. Judging from the sounds, I knew which one, too. I looked over to my left and whispered to my friend Drew: “Dude, this kid is playing Civilization I back here! This is unprecedented!” Drew smiled and chuckled silently, but clearly wanted no part of the conversation. I managed a glance back at the kid to see if he had heard, and to see if maybe I had guessed right, but he was engrossed with the screen. Probably busy deciding between building a granary or a catapult.