I'm sorry, what kind of 'science'?

On Thursday nights I have a three hour "Introduction to Interpreting"class that runs until 10pm. It's held in room 2 of a building on my campus, a room that happens to be a lecture hall although there are only 14 students in my class. This particular room is very strange, it's between 2 bathrooms and the school's planetarium. Stairs right outside the door lead either up to another building, or down to a different building. I guess you have to see the campus for this to make sense. It's built very very oddly. Almost all of the buildings connect to other buildings so that you can usually find a way to never walk outside if you have a good sense of direction and a lot of extra time. The whole campus kind of creeps me out, which brings me to my next thought. It's 830pm and my class is taking a break, I've been up since 4am, I'm tired and I have to pee. A sign on the door 2 feet from my class tells me that the bathrooms are closed due to water pressure. No, it doesn't say what kind- it doesn't tell me if the toilets are going to not flush at all or explode under me. It does, however say "Please use restrooms in E,F,G,H,I,J and K buildings."Easy enough, right?So many options. Except I have the sense of direction of a lemming and I'm running on two hours of sleep and even those two hours feel like days ago. I figure- hey, I'll just walk until I get to another building. So I start down the stairs. Lo and behold! Toilet!...With a sign that says "Please use restrooms in F,G,H,I,J and K buildings." Notice the conspicuously missing 'E' on that sign. So I go back to my class and head up the stairs. It looks promising. There are people around, none of them look bathroom deprived. Sure the hallway is a little creepy and dark, but show me one place in Catonsville that isn't. Everyone's calm and studying or chatting quietly and I'm thinking "Wow, this must be a nice major." It's then that I look at what building I'm in. My heart almost freaking stops. I have somehow found myself right smack dab in the middle of the mortuary sciences and wildlife sciences building. As soon as I read those words I imagine cadavers on gurneys and half-sewn together taxidermy deer chasing me down the hallway. One of the deer is yelling "This is not a place for ASL majors. Be Gone, BE GONE!"I have a ridiculously over active imagination, especially when I'm scared. At this point I'm getting strange looks from the mortuary sciences majors (ba dum bum) because I have stopped 'dead' in my tracks and am sweating and turning white, I'm sure. So I turn and high-tail it out of their little (under)world as quickly as possible. Then, after being scared nearly crapless (Nearly. Remember, no toilet?) I have to take my ass all the way to the library-the only other place on campus I know- to use their bathrooms. Who goes to the library to use the bathroom? Anyway, the point is that I'm really weird and not in the cute, oh, look at that different neat person way. I'm weird in the eccentric okay, we'll let her sit alone for the semester way. Which is fine. I talk to people all day long at work, people who probably couldn't care if I were to live or die in the next 5 minutes (Did I just see some mortuary sciences major's ears perk up?) So I'm totally okay with being left to my own devices at school. I'm taking on a very "I'm not here to make friends" attitude not only with school, but also with the new store I'm transferring to. Is this really necessary or am I just worried that if I try to make more friends I'll fail just as miserably as I am without trying? Hmmmmm. Please understand that this blog isn't written with even the tiniest hint of sadness, as making friends is not something I'm worried about at all. I'm lucky enough to have friends who are a lot like me in the way that I can hang out with most of my friends all the time and we don't get sick of one another. I'm just musing and saying that I'm really strange, even if I don't necessarily present myself that way. This blog has gotten very long and out of control. So I'm going to leave. You know what they say about ASL interpreters? They never die, they never leave... They just sign off.