i was running down franklin tonight and i was passing a homeless man who started to wave when we were in close proximity. it was one of those greetings where he just lifted his hand, and since my mind is always programmed for high fives, i went for the high five.
but then pulled his hand away right before contact and i nearly hit him in the face as i ran by. i tried to make it seem like i was just waving, but he totally knew...so i just kept running.
note to self: homeless men usually dont just go for high fives while you are running by, so do not try to high five them. same is true for strangers in general... life lessons.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Halloween 2012
i acquired a tiger onesie for halloween, and decided to wear it to class all day on halloween under my sweatshirt.
in my first class i took off my sweatshirt and was wearing the onesie and taking notes when my teacher asks who is going to franklin street that night. so i raised my hand and she asked me what i was going to be, and i said "this" and gestured to myself. she asked me to stand up and show the class, so i got up and stood in the row in the middle of my classroom.
then, she chooses to inquire: "tell us a little about yourself"
not knowing what direction to go with this i freeze and think of every possible way to answer this question:
do i tell my whole life story and waste a class period? do i just say my name? do i tell her my plans for the evening? do i tell her what my major is? do i explain how i came into possession of a tiger onesie? do i tell her that i ate a piece of pie for breakfast today and that it was extremely delicious? do i say a few key features? what are my key features? DO I EVEN HAVE KEY FEATURES?? OH MY GOODNESS WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE??
im freaking out so i decide, for some reason, just to say "i am a tiger." and immediately sit back down.
crisis averted.
in my first class i took off my sweatshirt and was wearing the onesie and taking notes when my teacher asks who is going to franklin street that night. so i raised my hand and she asked me what i was going to be, and i said "this" and gestured to myself. she asked me to stand up and show the class, so i got up and stood in the row in the middle of my classroom.
then, she chooses to inquire: "tell us a little about yourself"
not knowing what direction to go with this i freeze and think of every possible way to answer this question:
do i tell my whole life story and waste a class period? do i just say my name? do i tell her my plans for the evening? do i tell her what my major is? do i explain how i came into possession of a tiger onesie? do i tell her that i ate a piece of pie for breakfast today and that it was extremely delicious? do i say a few key features? what are my key features? DO I EVEN HAVE KEY FEATURES?? OH MY GOODNESS WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE??
im freaking out so i decide, for some reason, just to say "i am a tiger." and immediately sit back down.
crisis averted.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Stair Slippin' in 175
how to avoid making lasting semester impressions: a brief guide.
dont miss the last step on the stairs of your classroom and stumble out with an exclamation and flail your arms wildly as you exit the room.
dont miss the last step on the stairs of your classroom and stumble out with an exclamation and flail your arms wildly as you exit the room.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Reenactments
i was washing my hands in an empty bathroom, and thinking back to a recent conversation in which i had said something stupid.
so, like any sane person, i decided to reenact this scenario so that i can do it better in my head.
as required with any good conversation reenactment, gestures, movements and facial expressions are necessary. as i am mid concentrated facial expression and wild hand gesture with paper towel, someone walks into the bathroom.
i avoid eye contact, throw away my paper towel prop, and leave with a new scenario to replay in a different empty room later...
so, like any sane person, i decided to reenact this scenario so that i can do it better in my head.
as required with any good conversation reenactment, gestures, movements and facial expressions are necessary. as i am mid concentrated facial expression and wild hand gesture with paper towel, someone walks into the bathroom.
i avoid eye contact, throw away my paper towel prop, and leave with a new scenario to replay in a different empty room later...
Swim Meet Volunteering
as a team, pleiades is trying to get money so we do some volunteering. friday, we were helping time for a swim meet in Koury. i had class at 11, so a teammate and i were going to switch shifts halfway through--i was to work from 9:15-10:15ish, and her from 10:15-12ish.
to start off this experience, i missed the first bus up to Koury. so i catch one that doesnt go quite there and start to walk. most of the way through this walk i realize that i dont know where Koury is. i am already about 5 minutes late.
i know its near the dean dome, so i walk there...and subsequently pass Koury 3 times. finally, i actually read the sign on the top of the building and feel like an idiot for the second time that day.
i go inside and see the guy who is signing people in, so i sign in, and he gives me directions to "go down the stairs, and then turn right when i see the other volunteers." i head off down the stairs, and walk down this hallway, but very shortly i reach the pool without seeing any volunteers.
i am in khakis, a jacket, and wearing a backpack. clearly i am not about to go swimming. shockingly, the swimmers i am standing directly next to also notice this. i slowly back away and retreat to the stairs.
Thrice. i feel out of place.
eventually, i retrace my steps and have to be let through a set of locked doors to find the other volunteers, but horrrayyy! we are united!
these two women come out and describe how to time, saying that if you have the same color timer as someone else you will be working together so give them to your friends! she gives me a pair of black timers, and since i am sitting at a table with ONLY ONE OTHER GUY and EVERYONE ELSE IS PAIRED UP i hand him the other timer. he pretends as though he doesnt see me giving him this timer, and refuses to take it.
i think maybe he didnt see me, so i try again, but he takes my slight flailing of the timer in front of his face to mean that he should check his texts, so i give up and awkwardly hold on to two timers. i guess i wouldnt want to work with me either.... jerkbutt.
finally, it is time for me to go to class, and my teammate to fill in. she calls me just as the meet is about to start, and as i remember how i struggled to find things, i literally run down the hall to try to find her.
and as i am on the phone, running, i turn a corner and slam into two swimmers. directly.. two very attractive tall swimmers. as i apologize and take another step, i hear my teammate call me from the direction i just came...aka right back directly past these two gentlemen i just plowed into.
i leave Koury, shamed. and with five lovely reminders that i will always have a dysfunctional life.
to start off this experience, i missed the first bus up to Koury. so i catch one that doesnt go quite there and start to walk. most of the way through this walk i realize that i dont know where Koury is. i am already about 5 minutes late.
i know its near the dean dome, so i walk there...and subsequently pass Koury 3 times. finally, i actually read the sign on the top of the building and feel like an idiot for the second time that day.
i go inside and see the guy who is signing people in, so i sign in, and he gives me directions to "go down the stairs, and then turn right when i see the other volunteers." i head off down the stairs, and walk down this hallway, but very shortly i reach the pool without seeing any volunteers.
i am in khakis, a jacket, and wearing a backpack. clearly i am not about to go swimming. shockingly, the swimmers i am standing directly next to also notice this. i slowly back away and retreat to the stairs.
Thrice. i feel out of place.
eventually, i retrace my steps and have to be let through a set of locked doors to find the other volunteers, but horrrayyy! we are united!
these two women come out and describe how to time, saying that if you have the same color timer as someone else you will be working together so give them to your friends! she gives me a pair of black timers, and since i am sitting at a table with ONLY ONE OTHER GUY and EVERYONE ELSE IS PAIRED UP i hand him the other timer. he pretends as though he doesnt see me giving him this timer, and refuses to take it.
i think maybe he didnt see me, so i try again, but he takes my slight flailing of the timer in front of his face to mean that he should check his texts, so i give up and awkwardly hold on to two timers. i guess i wouldnt want to work with me either.... jerkbutt.
finally, it is time for me to go to class, and my teammate to fill in. she calls me just as the meet is about to start, and as i remember how i struggled to find things, i literally run down the hall to try to find her.
and as i am on the phone, running, i turn a corner and slam into two swimmers. directly.. two very attractive tall swimmers. as i apologize and take another step, i hear my teammate call me from the direction i just came...aka right back directly past these two gentlemen i just plowed into.
i leave Koury, shamed. and with five lovely reminders that i will always have a dysfunctional life.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Rock Collections
another warning:
if you compare the color of your friend's cat's fur to those black and brown shiny, smooth rocks that came in rock collections that you got when you were younger, your friend will, in fact, think you are a dork who collected rocks. which is true.
also the black and brown shiny smooth one was very pretty. and i like cats.
if you compare the color of your friend's cat's fur to those black and brown shiny, smooth rocks that came in rock collections that you got when you were younger, your friend will, in fact, think you are a dork who collected rocks. which is true.
also the black and brown shiny smooth one was very pretty. and i like cats.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Warning: The G Bus Route is Long
if you get on the G bus on the wrong side of the street, the ride you thought was going to be 15 minutes long and go directly to the library will actually take you on an hour and a half bus tour of some back neighborhoods.
at a certain point as you get deeper into these neighborhoods you realize that there are fewer and fewer people on the bus... and once you reach the end of the route, you might get called out/pitied for getting on the bus going the wrong way.
on the bright side, if you are looking to befriend a bus driver, you will have a 45 minute span of bus ride where it is just the two of you, and you can talk about a large variety of topics.
at a certain point as you get deeper into these neighborhoods you realize that there are fewer and fewer people on the bus... and once you reach the end of the route, you might get called out/pitied for getting on the bus going the wrong way.
on the bright side, if you are looking to befriend a bus driver, you will have a 45 minute span of bus ride where it is just the two of you, and you can talk about a large variety of topics.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Banana Chips
yesterday, i was wearing a tanktop and eating banana chips in the library in a corner nook.
i accidentally dropped one down my shirt, so i pull my shirt back a bit to find and have both my hands in my shirt looking for this crumb.
at this exact moment, random dude walks around the corner and i go into deer in headlights mode--stare, still with my hands in my shirt, not moving. he makes eye contact with me and i just stare back.
he glances at what i'm doing, makes a skeptical sort of face, and then walks off with raised eyebrows...
found it a half a second later. hooray, coordination!
i accidentally dropped one down my shirt, so i pull my shirt back a bit to find and have both my hands in my shirt looking for this crumb.
at this exact moment, random dude walks around the corner and i go into deer in headlights mode--stare, still with my hands in my shirt, not moving. he makes eye contact with me and i just stare back.
he glances at what i'm doing, makes a skeptical sort of face, and then walks off with raised eyebrows...
found it a half a second later. hooray, coordination!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Meredith College
one day my friend and i were attempting to find Meredith College in Raleigh, but had managed to get ourselves lost, so we decided to call the college to get directions.
since i wasn't driving, i was given the task of calling and asking directions.
precursor (although at this point it's mid-cursor?) to this story: i suck at talking on the phone and suck at directions--two great qualifications for a person to call a stranger and ask for directions.
anyway, i call, and some girl named jessie picks up:
Jessie: hi this is jessie at meredith college, how may i help you?
me: hey, my friend and i are lost. we are on a road called (whats it called?) fairfax? or maybe its something with an M? i see a cvs and a green fence.
Jessie: um.....right. let me put you through to a raleigh native.
*brief period of no noise and awkward desk background noises in which i think that jessie has accidentally forgotten to connect me to raleigh native lady*
Girl who i think is Jessie: hello?
me: its me again!
Girl who i think is Jessie: .....who? ...again??
me: the girl you just talked to!
Girl who i think is Jessie: .......
me: who is this?
Girl who i think is Jessie: Rachel.
me: oh.
Rachel: yeah.
me: ........ we are lost.
apparently meredith college has one driveway pretty much in the center of town, who knew?! except for rachel, obvs.
since i wasn't driving, i was given the task of calling and asking directions.
precursor (although at this point it's mid-cursor?) to this story: i suck at talking on the phone and suck at directions--two great qualifications for a person to call a stranger and ask for directions.
anyway, i call, and some girl named jessie picks up:
Jessie: hi this is jessie at meredith college, how may i help you?
me: hey, my friend and i are lost. we are on a road called (whats it called?) fairfax? or maybe its something with an M? i see a cvs and a green fence.
Jessie: um.....right. let me put you through to a raleigh native.
*brief period of no noise and awkward desk background noises in which i think that jessie has accidentally forgotten to connect me to raleigh native lady*
Girl who i think is Jessie: hello?
me: its me again!
Girl who i think is Jessie: .....who? ...again??
me: the girl you just talked to!
Girl who i think is Jessie: .......
me: who is this?
Girl who i think is Jessie: Rachel.
me: oh.
Rachel: yeah.
me: ........ we are lost.
apparently meredith college has one driveway pretty much in the center of town, who knew?! except for rachel, obvs.
Wrong Car
on friday enroute to regionals with pleiades, one of asian teammates came to pick me up from my dorm.
so i start to walk down the stairs of the dorm, and i see her car through the window in the staircase so i stop paying attention to her and start looking at my phone and whatnot and i continue to walk out of the staircase and down towards where her car was waiting for me.
i get to where her car was, and there is a car that looks like her car, so i tap on the trunk since i have to put my bag in the back without walking around to the front first, and the trunk opens.
as i go to put my bag in the back i realize that the only things in the back are a pair of high heels and a bundt pan, which i think are relatively odd things to bring to sectionals in place of ultimate gear. but still, this for some unbeknownst reason does not register to me as too odd.
my bag tucked nicely away in the back of this car, i walk around to the passenger side, where the window is open. i have my hand on the handle and start to say into the window "Sweet heels and bundt pan..." and as i move my face down to actually look into the car for the first time, i realize that the person driving the car is not, in fact, my teammate, but a random, old asian woman.
at this point i freak out a bit and begin to apologize profusely, to which she stares at me for about a minute and then pauses for a moment to ask "did you just put something in my trunk?" a question to which i feel the need to continue to apologize more, since i just shoved my dirty ultimate gear in this random old lady's car.
i got my stuff out of her trunk to see my teammate waving at me from a parking spot a bit further down the driveway by my dorm and i was only hoping that random high-heel-owning asian woman doesn't think i am a total idiot, or a racist.
although i still dont understand why she opened her trunk for me (maybe she confused me with her asian son???) a lot of apologizing occurred and quite a few death glares where shot my way as i headed to the car i was supposed to be in (one with out high heels, bundt pans, and where the average age in the car was less than 50) and finally was off to sectionals ...
so i start to walk down the stairs of the dorm, and i see her car through the window in the staircase so i stop paying attention to her and start looking at my phone and whatnot and i continue to walk out of the staircase and down towards where her car was waiting for me.
i get to where her car was, and there is a car that looks like her car, so i tap on the trunk since i have to put my bag in the back without walking around to the front first, and the trunk opens.
as i go to put my bag in the back i realize that the only things in the back are a pair of high heels and a bundt pan, which i think are relatively odd things to bring to sectionals in place of ultimate gear. but still, this for some unbeknownst reason does not register to me as too odd.
my bag tucked nicely away in the back of this car, i walk around to the passenger side, where the window is open. i have my hand on the handle and start to say into the window "Sweet heels and bundt pan..." and as i move my face down to actually look into the car for the first time, i realize that the person driving the car is not, in fact, my teammate, but a random, old asian woman.
at this point i freak out a bit and begin to apologize profusely, to which she stares at me for about a minute and then pauses for a moment to ask "did you just put something in my trunk?" a question to which i feel the need to continue to apologize more, since i just shoved my dirty ultimate gear in this random old lady's car.
i got my stuff out of her trunk to see my teammate waving at me from a parking spot a bit further down the driveway by my dorm and i was only hoping that random high-heel-owning asian woman doesn't think i am a total idiot, or a racist.
although i still dont understand why she opened her trunk for me (maybe she confused me with her asian son???) a lot of apologizing occurred and quite a few death glares where shot my way as i headed to the car i was supposed to be in (one with out high heels, bundt pans, and where the average age in the car was less than 50) and finally was off to sectionals ...
Monday, April 2, 2012
Rest Stop Cleaning
on my way up to virginia with an ultimate team, we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom.
when we went in, some woman was sweeping the floor around the sinks and by the door and such. so we just walk around her and go use the bathroom.
however, while i was using the bathroom, i see this broom just come under the stall door and i realize that the cleaning woman is sweeping the floor of the stall like an inch from my feet. apparently stall cleaning waits for no one.
i decided to wait in there for a moment until she was done, although the urge to mess with the broom was very tempting...
when we went in, some woman was sweeping the floor around the sinks and by the door and such. so we just walk around her and go use the bathroom.
however, while i was using the bathroom, i see this broom just come under the stall door and i realize that the cleaning woman is sweeping the floor of the stall like an inch from my feet. apparently stall cleaning waits for no one.
i decided to wait in there for a moment until she was done, although the urge to mess with the broom was very tempting...
Sweatshirt
last week i woke up running a bit late for class. i was just wearing a sports bra and shorts and only had time to grab and put on one shirt item. it was a little chilly so i just went for sweatshirt.
i walked really fast to class, and when i got there i was a little hot, so i started to take off my sweatshirt, and got it about halfway off before i remembered that it would probably be frowned upon to sit in class in just a sports bra, especially in the first row.
but at least i remembered before i took it off all the way!
i walked really fast to class, and when i got there i was a little hot, so i started to take off my sweatshirt, and got it about halfway off before i remembered that it would probably be frowned upon to sit in class in just a sports bra, especially in the first row.
but at least i remembered before i took it off all the way!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Right Answer, Wrong Response
in spanish class today my professor asked a question, and i answered it correctly, but i answered it really quietly because i wasnt sure if it was right.
since i answered with a whisper, my professor asked me what i said.
this made me nervous, and i said "ah! nada" and made dont-look-at-me hand motions and pretended to cough as though thats what i did accidentally in the first place and drank some water to legitimize this obviously super fake cough.
then some other girl said what i said, only louder, and the professor said it was right.
so i missed out on some quality spanish praise, and only got quality strange spanish looks.
since i answered with a whisper, my professor asked me what i said.
this made me nervous, and i said "ah! nada" and made dont-look-at-me hand motions and pretended to cough as though thats what i did accidentally in the first place and drank some water to legitimize this obviously super fake cough.
then some other girl said what i said, only louder, and the professor said it was right.
so i missed out on some quality spanish praise, and only got quality strange spanish looks.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Sorry
i was in a rush while leaving my dorm today, and someone held the door for me. Being silly and in a rush, instead of saying thank you, i said sorry by accident...
she looked confused and asked me "why would you be sorry??"
But since i was running and not expecting any sort of real interaction with the girl that held the door for me, i ended up shouting over my shoulder "i dont know! i didnt mean to, im sorry!"
then i realized that i apologized for apologizing at least twice.
so i just kept running the opposite direction from the girl who held the door for me.
she looked confused and asked me "why would you be sorry??"
But since i was running and not expecting any sort of real interaction with the girl that held the door for me, i ended up shouting over my shoulder "i dont know! i didnt mean to, im sorry!"
then i realized that i apologized for apologizing at least twice.
so i just kept running the opposite direction from the girl who held the door for me.
Ash Wednesday
i almost told a girl she had something on her forehead today until i got closer and realized it was in the shape of a cross...
and that it was ash wednesday... whooops
and that it was ash wednesday... whooops
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Eating Fruit
2 instances of fruit awkwardness:
1. i was walking through the dining hall and i made accidental eye contact with this guy. this was awkward for two reasons: one, we held this eye contact for far too long, and two, he took a huge bite of banana while we were still accidentally staring at each other.
2. i forget how loud apples are. i often bring one to class to eat for breakfast when i'm running late (essentially every day), and i eat it during class. this is especially unfortunate when he asks a question and no one knows the answer, and the only sound is me trying to quietly chew an apple, which is pretty much impossible.
Checking Books Out of Davis
i went to get a book from davis the other day, so i went up to the desk to go check it out. i walk up there, and the girl behind the desk is reading, and apparently didnt hear me walk up to the desk.
so i stand there for a minute or so, while she reads, and still doesnt see me. in order to get her attention sorta subtly, i kinda put the book down on the desk in front of her. she finally notices that im standing there and looks up at me as though i, the most boring and insignificant thing ever, am drawing her away from something amazing that she is reading, and that she just cant be bothered with whatever it is that i need.
this look surprises me so much that for a moment, i just stare back at her. i finally compose myself enough to ask "can i check this book out, please?"
she sighs, rolls her eyes, and takes my one card and is done checking the book out in about 5 seconds. she put the book back on the counter with a little here-you-go-thanks-for-bothering-me smile, and goes back to reading.
its cool, girl behind the desk, i know that taking a five second break to do the one, and essentially only, thing you have to do all day must be rough.
so i stand there for a minute or so, while she reads, and still doesnt see me. in order to get her attention sorta subtly, i kinda put the book down on the desk in front of her. she finally notices that im standing there and looks up at me as though i, the most boring and insignificant thing ever, am drawing her away from something amazing that she is reading, and that she just cant be bothered with whatever it is that i need.
this look surprises me so much that for a moment, i just stare back at her. i finally compose myself enough to ask "can i check this book out, please?"
she sighs, rolls her eyes, and takes my one card and is done checking the book out in about 5 seconds. she put the book back on the counter with a little here-you-go-thanks-for-bothering-me smile, and goes back to reading.
its cool, girl behind the desk, i know that taking a five second break to do the one, and essentially only, thing you have to do all day must be rough.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Gum and Poli Sci
during my class this morning i accidentally spit my gum onto my notes while trying to blow a bubble.
this would have been more fine if the dude in front of me wasn't answering a question, but since he was the teacher and half the classroom was looking in my direction.
i tried to avoid all eye contact as i put it back in my mouth and continued to chew it...
this would have been more fine if the dude in front of me wasn't answering a question, but since he was the teacher and half the classroom was looking in my direction.
i tried to avoid all eye contact as i put it back in my mouth and continued to chew it...
Monday, January 23, 2012
Grammer Champ Of College English
today i accidentally wore this shirt to all 3 of my english classes today:
yes english professors. i am super smart. don't even worry about it.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Opposite Door Holding
yesterday this girl and i were walking opposite ways through a doorway into the staircase. i am in the stairwell trying to get onto the hallway and she is in the hallway trying to get on the stairs.
the door opens towards me, and so i open it and we are both standing in the way of the other person.
i apologize, and try to hold the door for her, but instead of moving to the side so that i just let her pass, i hold it across the doorway, so that for her to pass she would have to walk under my arm.. she apologizes and i move my arm, and she goes to hold the door for me, but she is leaning across the doorway to hold it, so to pass i have to squeeze in between the two inch space between her and the doorway.
we stand there for a moment, both blocking the other's way, until i finally figure out that i can just step away from the door all together, back into the stairwell and just let her pass me, so after much apologizing on both sides, we both make it where we want to go.
i need a door etiquette manual.
the door opens towards me, and so i open it and we are both standing in the way of the other person.
i apologize, and try to hold the door for her, but instead of moving to the side so that i just let her pass, i hold it across the doorway, so that for her to pass she would have to walk under my arm.. she apologizes and i move my arm, and she goes to hold the door for me, but she is leaning across the doorway to hold it, so to pass i have to squeeze in between the two inch space between her and the doorway.
we stand there for a moment, both blocking the other's way, until i finally figure out that i can just step away from the door all together, back into the stairwell and just let her pass me, so after much apologizing on both sides, we both make it where we want to go.
i need a door etiquette manual.
English Class Day One-Megan and Me
on the first day of one of my english classes we did the stereotypical find-a-partner-and-talk-to-them-so-you-meet-at-least-one-other-person-in-this-class introductions.
so everyone in the classroom turns around and to their sides and starts talking to the person next to them, except for the person next to me, so i turn to her. the professor has told us to figure out their name, major, and fun fact about them.
i turn to this girl and i'm all cheery and tell her my name, and then ask hers and shes like "megan" and i'm like "What?? Did you say Megan?" and she nods, cause everyone else is talking at normal people volume and she is whispering to me and i cant hear her at all.
now, with introducing yourself and asking questions and things to new people, you usually trade off asking questions, so since i asked the first question i thought that she would ask the next question. however, she did not, so we are sitting in silence, avoiding eye contact, until i finally give in and ask "Whats your major?" she answers again:
her: well its psychology but im also minoring in (mumblewhispermumble)
me: psychology? and what?
her: english
me: oh. that sounds nice.
by this point i am leaning all the way over the row that separates us, ear first, and i can still barely hear her. we sit quietly again for a bit while i wait for her to ask me what my major is, but she doesnt. so i just tell her that im majoring in EXSS and minoring in spanish and english to which she just nods.
we continue to sit in silence after that, but we have one more question to answer so i ask.
me: so, any fun facts about you?
her: well actually yeah. im allergic to caffeine.
me: caffeine?
her: yeah
me: wow, well birthday parties as a child must have sucked.
her: mhmm
me: wow.
her: yeah they originally thought i was autistic because i used to get tics and act very strange and not like normal children after drinking caffeine.
me: ......
her: what about you?
(what can follow i'm allergic to caffeine and was falsely diagnosed with autism when i was younger?)
me: well, i play frisbee.
her: oh. i dont play sports
right... in my mind this is what my introduction of her sounds like: hi class. this is megan. shes majoring in psychology with a minor in english and she was falsely diagnosed with autism as a child.
i decide not to say this.
so we are sitting there and finally megan asks me a question.
her: so, what else do we have to find out?
me: i think just name, major and fun fact.
*silence*
her: so... do we have to keep talking?
i look around and all the other pairs are still talking.. some are laughing and making jokes, others are talking about their study abroad programs and everyone else seems to be good with conversation. everyone else seems to be having normal people conversations, except for us.
me: i dont think we have to?
her: ok.
we are going to be great friends.
so everyone in the classroom turns around and to their sides and starts talking to the person next to them, except for the person next to me, so i turn to her. the professor has told us to figure out their name, major, and fun fact about them.
i turn to this girl and i'm all cheery and tell her my name, and then ask hers and shes like "megan" and i'm like "What?? Did you say Megan?" and she nods, cause everyone else is talking at normal people volume and she is whispering to me and i cant hear her at all.
now, with introducing yourself and asking questions and things to new people, you usually trade off asking questions, so since i asked the first question i thought that she would ask the next question. however, she did not, so we are sitting in silence, avoiding eye contact, until i finally give in and ask "Whats your major?" she answers again:
her: well its psychology but im also minoring in (mumblewhispermumble)
me: psychology? and what?
her: english
me: oh. that sounds nice.
by this point i am leaning all the way over the row that separates us, ear first, and i can still barely hear her. we sit quietly again for a bit while i wait for her to ask me what my major is, but she doesnt. so i just tell her that im majoring in EXSS and minoring in spanish and english to which she just nods.
we continue to sit in silence after that, but we have one more question to answer so i ask.
me: so, any fun facts about you?
her: well actually yeah. im allergic to caffeine.
me: caffeine?
her: yeah
me: wow, well birthday parties as a child must have sucked.
her: mhmm
me: wow.
her: yeah they originally thought i was autistic because i used to get tics and act very strange and not like normal children after drinking caffeine.
me: ......
her: what about you?
(what can follow i'm allergic to caffeine and was falsely diagnosed with autism when i was younger?)
me: well, i play frisbee.
her: oh. i dont play sports
right... in my mind this is what my introduction of her sounds like: hi class. this is megan. shes majoring in psychology with a minor in english and she was falsely diagnosed with autism as a child.
i decide not to say this.
so we are sitting there and finally megan asks me a question.
her: so, what else do we have to find out?
me: i think just name, major and fun fact.
*silence*
her: so... do we have to keep talking?
i look around and all the other pairs are still talking.. some are laughing and making jokes, others are talking about their study abroad programs and everyone else seems to be good with conversation. everyone else seems to be having normal people conversations, except for us.
me: i dont think we have to?
her: ok.
we are going to be great friends.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Ca-CAWWW
a few weeks ago i was walking with one of my friends and we were talking about how the team i played on at ultimax used a bird call to assemble and gather people in before games. this bird call is always loud, and is always accompanied with bird-like hand/arm motions.
so we are walking into the parking deck where her car is parked, and i am describing this bird call to her. however, my description doesnt do it justice, so i look around to make sure no one is around before we walk into the parking deck and i begin to do the full bird call--hand motions included.
however, as we turn the corner into the parking deck (im still in the middle of flapping my arms and caw-ing like a phoenix) we see about 4 or 5 people waiting in silence outside of the elevator. not too surprisingly, they all are turned in my direction and looking at me since i am the only one making noise in the entire parking deck.
since i wasnt expecting to see people there i end up stopping mid-call and mid-arm flail before i realize that bird-calling in the middle of a parking deck is not socially acceptable and put my arms down and stopped ca-cawwwing.
we took the stairs.
so we are walking into the parking deck where her car is parked, and i am describing this bird call to her. however, my description doesnt do it justice, so i look around to make sure no one is around before we walk into the parking deck and i begin to do the full bird call--hand motions included.
however, as we turn the corner into the parking deck (im still in the middle of flapping my arms and caw-ing like a phoenix) we see about 4 or 5 people waiting in silence outside of the elevator. not too surprisingly, they all are turned in my direction and looking at me since i am the only one making noise in the entire parking deck.
since i wasnt expecting to see people there i end up stopping mid-call and mid-arm flail before i realize that bird-calling in the middle of a parking deck is not socially acceptable and put my arms down and stopped ca-cawwwing.
we took the stairs.
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