Reflective Essay On My Anthropology Class

For the rest of the semester we would sit in those same red cushioned lecture seats for every anthropology class. To be quite honest, although that anthropology class was horribly boring, it easily became my favorite class of the semester due to the fact that I got to see Amanda every Tuesday and Thursday. On those days, I would make sure to remember to shave and try to dress up a bit nicer than usual- no basketball shorts and no loose t-shirts. I would always arrive to class a few minutes early to make sure no one sat in our own reserved seats. I would put my backpack on Amanda’s seat so no one would sit there, because of course she always arrived a few minutes late. It was as if she lived her life to that Oscar Wilde quip, “‘I am always late on principle, my principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.” Life was too brief and joyous for her to care about the meaningless delineations of time. So focused was I on Amanda, that I could not pay attention to a word the professor said in class; so I would have to …show more content…
Ryan was my go-to when it came to questions about girls, since he had plenty of expertise (and experience) on and with the topic. He was one of those guys who seemed to really understand the intricacies and complexities of how girls act and think, the way most guys can’t. It was difficult for me to communicate to him exactly how I felt towards Amanda. I tried explaining to him that this was not some ordinary attractive girl, that there was something about her that elevated to a goddess like status for me. It wasn’t just her other-worldly looks or even her incredibly warm personality, it was something about her in her spirit that so captured me. I stressed to him that I had less than a semester to get somewhere with this girl, so it was of the utmost importance that I make a move