What would you do for a Klondike bar?
Would you screw up the courage to strike up a conversation with flannel girl?
Actually I somehow found the nerve to talk to her yesterday when she sat down next to me in class (there weren't many seats left). She mumbled one word responses and didn't even look at me. I just sat there--dejected--thinking about all the Klondike bars I'd eat when I got home. Then I got home and remembered that I forgot to pick up a binder from the general office, and had to go back to school to pick it up. sigh
crappy day 
You should have made something up, like fake being confused about something the teacher said
I can't feign ignorance. And she would have probably blown me off again by telling me to re-read the case or to go ask the prof.
Phoenix, the prof is disabled. I think she'd give me a pretty dirty look if I started making fun of him--even if I wasn't making fun of anything connected to his disability.
Cheebs, there weren't any good seats left. She didn't choose to sit next to me.
Also, she always seems to arrive late to class, while I arrive early to reserve a seat in the back corner.