Passing Notes in Class

Alright, here are some interesting questions posed to me this week… I’m not looking for the answers… I just thought the questions themselves were interesting…

1. How does a fax machine work?
2. How do helicopters and planes keep from running into each other?
3. Before satellites, how did they make maps?
4. Do you ever wonder who made up all this technology?
5. How did they lay down telephone wire across the ocean?
6. How does a phone number know where to go?
7. What’s the main difference between an octopus and a squid?

Okay, today at lunch I told one of my tried and true stories and got a good reaction, so now I’m posting it for the world to see.  It’s just something trivial and fun, so if you’re looking for some deep lesson, don’t keep reading.  Some of you have already heard this story…

Back in college I was quite a bit different than I am today.  My personality has changed quite a bit, so don’t take this as something I would do today… so without further ado – Stories from the Heisman Files…

I was taking this one class in a lecture hall of about a hundred or so people.  I always came late to this class and left early so I wouldn’t be late for my next class, so I would sit in the back.  However, sitting in the middle of the first row, four seats from the left, was this girl… man, she was cute.  Anyway, one day I decided to pass a note to her which stated:

“Hey, you probably don’t know me, but I’m sitting in the last row, second seat from the right.  Well, this is probably the second boldest thing I’ve ever done.  If you want to hear about the first, I’ll tell you over dinner with me this Friday.  What do you say?”

I folded up the note and tapped the shoulder of the guy in front of me.  I gave him the note and pointed to the girl.  He then passed the note to the guy in front of him and pointed to her.  This continued for about 12 rows, until the note finally reached her.  The guy behind her tapped her on the shoulder and handed her the note.  She made this confused face and then handed the note to the professor.  My epitaph should read 1970-1991-20?? because I think I died that day.

So then the professor with a similar quizzical look on his face, opens up the note and reads it to himself.  He looks up to the last row, two seats from the right and chuckles to himself before refolding the note and putting it on the table beside him.

<hold for laughter>

Undaunted, the following day, I wrote the exact same note but this time in big, bold letters I write on the outside of it to the girl in the first row.

Well, this time the note got to her.  She wrote something inside and started passing the note back the way it came.  I opened up the note to read the following:

“I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend.”

I looked up to see her grinning at me with a “no hard feelings?” look on her face.  So I just grinned back and nodded my head.

Moral of the story:  Her saying “no” is not necessarily the worst thing that can happen.

Bonus Points: If you can figure out why I call this an item from the Heisman Files