That awkward moment when you see your professor outside of a classroom

...and you freeze, paralyzed from the tippy-top of your head to the rubber bottoms of your Chucks.  

Because it never, ever occurred to you that professors cross the street or go to Kroger or actually go to Starbucks to buy their coffee. 

What? What is this?...You mean to say that these people actually...do things?! 


And of course, because you got swag, you keep on walking and hope they don't see you. (Because them seeing you + you seeing them)*√not being in class  = a whole lot of potential awkwo. <--How's that for math.

Of course, though, because your swag is so very evident, they notice you. 


So you're forced to perform the ancient social ritual that I like to call The Headnod-Half-Smile-I'mGoingToSortOfSayHiToYouButNotReally-Exchange. And right on cue, home training (and pressure not to look like an idiot) demands that you at least say hello, and exchange niceties at the barest minimum. So you do. Then walk away. Awkwardly. And you try to convince yourself that they weren't able to tell that you definitely hadn't done the reading for their class yet.

Moral of the Story: Look at your shoes wherever you go. Just do it.