Oily face, oily pages

I'm required to take a class on thesis writing. Though it can be a bit slow at times, it's a very helpful class.

We're required to buy a textbook that costs about $20 CAD. Not everyone has bought the textbook, so those of us who HAVE bought the textbook are often forced to share with the people sitting beside us.

Today, I shared my textbook with the cheapo who sat beside me. He's a local Hong Kong guy doing a Masters degree in Sociology. This kid is nice, but.. it's not pleasant to sit beside him or chat with him. I met him during an activity during the first lesson when we had to describe our research interests to some of our classmates. The first thing I noticed when he first opened his mouth was his pungent breath, which was stinky enough to peel the paint off of cars! We were standing face-to-face, but I tried to discreetly turn so that we would face the same direction. This tactic did work, to some extent, though I could still smell SOMETHING.

Anyway, this guy sat beside me in class today, and as I mentioned earlier, we had to share my textbook. The thing is, I normally mangle my books, but I don't like it when other people damage my books. When two people are forced to share a book, they're often forced to open the book more widely, opening up the spine to 180 degrees, sometimes more. I'm normally okay with this, but not when he has a hand in it. What's worse is that he kept touching his face and neck once in a while. This is a guy who has an oily face, and who doesn't wash it as often as I do. Those of you who know me know that I was my face after every meal and every once in a while, perhaps hourly. Anyway, all I could think about was the amount of facial oil that was getting soaked into the pages of my textbook. I couldn't concentrate in class!

I don't mind sharing with girls. Next time, I'm going to sit between two girls.