Football

A reporter and a photographer boldly entered our Biology lab last night. I heard them whisper up front, conversing with our lab teacher. They were from The New York Times. I heard them mention Chris' name. Chris sits right in front of me.

"Pssst!" I leaned over the table towards Chris, "Are you famous or something??" He looked up and answered "Well, I'm a professional football player...." How awesome! A real professional athlete in our midst. The Times is doing a piece on him, I guess about being a football pro and a pre-med student, or something; a football player aspiring to become a doctor.

My lab partner, Jake, was not amused. He turned to me and said in a low voice: "I know he's apparently had an amazing season or something, but am I the only one who's annoyed by these reporters??" I think so. Personally, I liked having REAL New York Times reporters in my vicinity. I could reach out my hand and touch one of them, if I wanted to. Even touch the humongous camera.

Jake continued, in a whisper: "You know, I don't care who you are, you should leave your personal life outside, don't bring the press in here, in here we're all the same, just students, I don't care if you're Britney Spears or who you are." Wow. I would care if you were Britney Spears. Imagine having Britney in your lab! What would she say? What would she do? Would she dance? Would she sing? Lab isn't so bad after all.