I'd rather be the one dude in a French class...

Reminds me of something that happened to me, waaaay back in the college days.

It was the first day of Advanced Algorithms. I made it to the lecture hall, and had settled into a seat, waiting for the professor. There was something indefinably wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I waited a few minutes, as no professor showed up, with a growing certainty that something was just a little off.

Then it hit me. There were too many pretty girls in the classroom. I got used to it real fast, mind you.

So imagine my dismay and bitter disappointment when someone came into the hall and announced that the room had been double-booked with...

ahem...

Poli Sci 101.

It is to weep.