I find myself getting into trouble more often than I care to admit. Not "trouble" trouble. More like the face palm kinda trouble. Honestly, I don't know why it happens, or how it happens either. I suppose I should resign myself to the fact. I guess that is a wonderful thing that I have a good sense of humor.... 

The most natural thing for me to do now is tell you about some of these troubles. I can think of about ten that have happened in the past 22.5 years of my life, however I guess that I will start with a semi-recent one. 

Last Thursday started off normal enough. It all changed when I went to my calc class. This class has been quite a challenge for me. Not only is it math... But I often find myself sassing the professor. If you know me then you know that sass is second nature to me. Any who, this story isn't about one of those encounter, it describes how I am a 12-year-old boy at heart. 

We shall call my professor Mr. P. Well Mr. P was writing a system of equations on the whiteboard, and what he said was F equals A R T. And what I instantly thought was fart... because I am a 12-year-old boy... I'm 89% sure that I was the only person in that class who laughed. ANNNND I'm pretty sure that it took me a solid three minutes to stop laughing... Oh well, at least I find humor in the little things.

--Aubs