Panic at the... yoga?

Well this story is almost a week old now, but I figured, better late than never. I was thinking of calling it closure, but that just isn't quite right.

So last Thursday I headed to Yoga and was actually quite early. I ended up getting there before the instructor (yogi?) Jenny, and started chatting it up with Jackie. Jackie happens to work for Bruce on Sci Flix, which is Bruce's version of getting science-y videos into middle schools. He films different research areas of his and talks about their importance. In theory it's a great idea. HOWEVER, Bruce would have to follow through in order to get anything accomplished.

Well enough about Bruce. I could probably complain about him forever. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

So Jackie and I were talking and I asked her how she ended up working for Bruce. She mentioned that she went on the Campus Honors Program trip with Bruce and had Phil (Alex) and Carly as her T.A. I was dumb enough to ask her if she had found out that Carly and Phil are engaged now.
She got so excited and emphatically said, "I know! I saw the ring earlier this week! I'm so happy for them. They are perfect together. You should have seen them on Curacao. They were so perfect together. Too bad they weren't dating then. But isn't that great that they are together now."
In between trying not to hyperventillate, I said something along the lines of, "Yah. Isn't it great. Yah they do look great together."

And then I went into my head, (where it's safe, and they know me there) and tried not to have a panic attack right before Yoga class. Thank goodness I know how to take deep breaths all on my own!! I couldn't concentrate for the first 10 minutes of the class and it took me forever to get my breathing in line and concentrate on my poses. However, by the time class was over, I was feeling lighter, and if not happier that the encounter had happened, well at least I lived through it.

I can't wait to leave this campus and Phil and Carly FOREVER. Dear God. Please let them fall to the wayside so that I don't have to see them or talk with them or work with them after I graduate. That would be just swell.