Punk'd

If anyone knows me, they also know that I love awkward situations. I think one's true character comes out when they are put in a weird and unexpected situation. I'd like to think that I am cool when it comes to crazy happenings in my life but that I also can have a sense of humor too. I never knew how valuable my outlook on awkwardness would be until conference weekend.

First off, I need to explain that I am in a beginner physics class that is basically killing my acceleration due to gravity in hours of homework per grade in the course; or to put it in English, ticking my keister.

So what's a girl to do in a physics class of about 30 boys? Well, one thing for sure is not to make yourself look like a fool because you can't to basic algebra, but that's besides the point. What I really did was get tutor help. Seriously, if BYU-I didn't have free tutors, I would be re-taking many, many courses.

Because the homework was due on Monday, I needed help fast. So I scheduled an appointment with a tutor on Saturday at 1:00 PM which was perfect because it would be right in-between Saturday sessions. However, I often forget that BYU-I is a holy school and 1:00-2:00 PM on Saturday the 3rd of October is obviously meant for students to re-watch their favorite talks that they recorded on their Tivo. I am such an idiot! How could I forget that?

Well, I did forget just that and began to make my way down to the library and of course, the doors are locked. No worries, I thought, I'll just wait here on this bench and hope that someone will come along and want to tutor me.

Indeed someone did come along. However it was not Matthew Tang, my tutor. In fact, this guy definitely didn't have any typical Asian characteristics. Nevertheless, he came up to me and asked, "Can I sit here?"

"Sure", I said being the gracious person I am. Then I thought, there are 4 other benches he can sit on, why does he want to sit here? . This guy, he didn't just sit next to me, he sat next to me. As you can see in the diagram below, he was well into my intimate space.


No big deal, I thought, maybe he's from Canada or something.

But soon it became a weird deal because he scooted even closer and rested his arm on the back of the bench so as to appear as if he was trying to put his arm around my shoulder.
Okay, I thought, maybe French Canadian

I was polite and made small talk and every so often he would make remarks like, "You smell good. What kind of perfume do you wear?" Nevertheless of his apparent creepynees, I remained cool and collected but that didn't stop me from checking the clock every 2 seconds until it was 1 o'clock and I could weasel myself out of that situation.

About 5 minutes later, he actually puts his arm around me and says, "Will you do me a favor?"

WTF

He then says "Will you look over there?", pointing to a girl on a bench, "and over there?", pointing to a guy on the stairs, "they've been filming you for a prank. For our iComm class we were trying an experiment to purposefully make you uncomfortable. You did good!"

Oh.

I got punk'd.