After getting some feedback on an essay from my philosophy teacher, I headed to Poli Sci just a little late. Late enough to attempt to sneak in, and as I'm quietly closing the door, my backpack turns off all of the lights. Only me, I swear.
It's been a little...tense... in that class, as of late. The two girls in front of me (who have already stated to the class that they are immigrants, first last and always, then Canadian, if that makes any sense) have banded together to form this like, strange anti-Canadian, anti-American, conspiracy theory filled view that kinda makes all of us nervous. Including my proff., who keeps looking at her for consent every time he talks about the Middle East. But she's kinda crazy, and keeps huffing and puffing and rolling her eyes at anything anyone has to say.
I want to kick the back of her chair. Badly. And tell her to shave her pits. Badly. Am I a bad person? Next time she talks I'm just going to start ululating over her. Yup.
2 comments:
Very entertaining entry...I can totally picture your classmates!!! By the way... haven't forgotten you! Even started two new little crochet blankets - one for K and one for B. Well, for their critters really. Thanks!
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Stella;
Long time listner, first time caller.
like what you've done with your hair in the picture below.
Other than that... (and this is probably going to be pretty harsh...)
As long as those girls ignore their canadianism; they really sacrifice equal rights for the "women are objects" society they came from.
Just a thought... because of this; everyone in the class may actually be their slave masters.
Maybe thats a little harsh; but I'm sure you understand.
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