A "Wow .... " situation

I'm in a place where there is supposed to be silence, quiet discussion, and no food/drinks. Can you guess where I am?

There is a senior who sees someone across from him eating. He tries to tell her that she can't eat in here. I didn't see any harm. He continues on, rambling about how disgraceful she is and how he's never seen anything like this. She looks at him and says, "It's none of your business". This continues on with him telling her off and her ignoring him. Then, he shuts up but his gaze continues to linger every couple minutes. She gets up and finds higher authority and tells them of the situation. He gets up and follows her and tells his side of the story. The old man lost. She gets back to her seat, but before she sits down, she looks back at him, grins and gives a small wave. He grumbles to his wife, both refusing to sit down near her.

What do I make of this situation? I call it a "Wow ..." Situation.

Hello, My Name is ....

I WONDER ...

Have you ever been approached and asked, "Hello, my name is _____. What's yours?"

YEAH, NEITHER HAVE I. WOULDN'T THAT BE COOL, THOUGH?

What would I do if someone did that? I'm human, so I'd think of all the possibilities what this young, handsome, absolutely gorgeous man would want from the likes of me. Then again, it could also be a hideous, old, stinking woman who wants directions to the nearest Recycling Depot to return the bag of cans hauling behind her.  Now comes the ultimate question:

WHO'S RIGHT IS IT TO JUDGE ANOTHER?

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HELLO, MY NAME IS ...

... Fatima Lee. You'll find me in three different places for the next few years: at Home, at Work, or at School. I am currently a struggling university student who is currently on Academic Probation in a university of Canada. I, like many other young adults out there in this robust world, am trying to figure out what makes my heart melt and what makes my heart break, including what makes my stomach gag. 

Why am I writing a blog? What a fantastic question, one that even I can't answer. Well, then again, yes I can. I want to make money. There, I said it. I'm a poor student who wants to make money off of a blog. So, I need to make this blog interesting. What's so interesting about a struggling university student? We're not just books all day, okay? Only the pathetic ones are. Note that I'm being sarcastic and it doesn't pay to be sarcastic, but I'll try.

What can you expect from me?

• many paragraphs that begin with a question
• many out-of-the-ordinary thoughts that you might miss in your daily busy life
• a nostalgic feeling of being a university student, for those who were one
• examples of how a university girl can still make life somewhat more interesting than those around her
• no stories of going clubbing or drinking (I drink, I don't club) .... (I've never gone clubbing before) ..... (I need to get out more)

So, you can read my blog and tell me what you expect and what you want. I want to satisfy you readers, and to do that, you have to tell me what you want. I can sense a very good relationship coming on. :]