/lit/ - Literature

2 weeks ago I almost talked to a qt in my class. At the beginning of class the teacher passed out a handout we would be discussing. This real qtie who I had noticed since the first week of classes was late and sat in the open chair next to me. When we started discussing the contents of the handout, she asked to share with me. Naturally I was generous and pushed the paper closer to her then me. By the end of class the paper was mostly on her side and she accidentally took it when she left.

Come next week she was siting with her usual friends. A group of cute girls I normally would never imagine approaching. But now I did have a reason. Throughout the whole class I was distracted. Savoring the thought of approaching her friends after class. 10 minutes before class got out my excitement turned to nervousness. I went to the bathroom to wash my face. By the time I got back class had already ended. But worse, they had already left.

This week I made sure to approach her for my paper. I got nervous again, but I made sure to just sit through it and wait. The moment class ended, I got up and went straight to her.

>Hey, umm, yeah, umm
>Yes?
>No, umm, two weeks ago I shared my handout with you. But you took it by accident, I wondered if I could have it back.
>The handout on Foucault's Panopticon?
>Yeah, that one.

Then her friend interjects
>We moved past that a while ago. Do you really need it?

>Explain to her that I am planning to write my essay on it
>Then the qt looks at me.
>It's no problem, here.

Handing it to me, she actually made eye contact and gave a little smile.

I think I might be her type. I say some smart things in class, sometimes even correcting the professor on technicalities. I think my intelligence might be attracting this girl.

I finished No Longer Human. I never thought I would relate to a Japanese author more than one of my own kind. I got so into it that I neglected a lot of my readings for classes and now I am behind again.

I tried to catch up on my work yesterday but the neighbors upstairs were having such loud sex. He must be an athlete Chad because they were going at it for a good hour. This depressed me and I drank several whiskies until I past out.

Today in class I got called out for not doing the homework. Even the qt shy girl I thought I had some chance with laughed at me. Princeton isn't the Ivy league paradise I thought it would be /lit/. Maybe I should have went to Harvard instead.