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.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
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.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I didn't foul you
at CCCs a few weekends ago, i was on defense against a girl on georgia's team and we both were running for a disc. she attempted to go over me and catch it, but since i had position i d'd it and she just ended up knocking me over.
when we both stood up i went to pick up the disc, but stopped because she stopped me, looked at me, and said "i dont think that was a foul"
now, this statement confused me. she was not calling a foul, she was simply stating that there wasn't a foul, and yet since i was on defense there would be no reason for me to disagree with her because then it would go back and she would get the disc again. plus on top of all that, i hadn't even fouled her!
so i agreed with her saying that i didn't think that i fouled her. this lead her to say something along the lines of "i mean i think we hit each other, but that was after you had already hit the disc, so it was clean."
having never been told exactly what i had just done when it was not applicable to anything that could happen in the future by someone i didn't really know was confusing me even more, so again i just said "i think you're right."
she looked like she wanted to add more, but i didn't really see the point of this conversation so i attempted to find a way to end it. not sure how to conclude this discussion, i decided to fall back on my go to we-are-on-good-terms hand gesture: a high five.
however, in this case, i was so flustered about why this conversation was taking place at all, and she was not really expecting a high five at this particular point in time, so this interaction became me making a few confused and stressed sounds and forcibly giving her a high five.
this combo of sad/helpless/confused sounds and an unexpected high five lead into me just tapping the disc in because i didn't know what else to do at this point.
then we won the game, so it all ended okay.
when we both stood up i went to pick up the disc, but stopped because she stopped me, looked at me, and said "i dont think that was a foul"
now, this statement confused me. she was not calling a foul, she was simply stating that there wasn't a foul, and yet since i was on defense there would be no reason for me to disagree with her because then it would go back and she would get the disc again. plus on top of all that, i hadn't even fouled her!
so i agreed with her saying that i didn't think that i fouled her. this lead her to say something along the lines of "i mean i think we hit each other, but that was after you had already hit the disc, so it was clean."
having never been told exactly what i had just done when it was not applicable to anything that could happen in the future by someone i didn't really know was confusing me even more, so again i just said "i think you're right."
she looked like she wanted to add more, but i didn't really see the point of this conversation so i attempted to find a way to end it. not sure how to conclude this discussion, i decided to fall back on my go to we-are-on-good-terms hand gesture: a high five.
however, in this case, i was so flustered about why this conversation was taking place at all, and she was not really expecting a high five at this particular point in time, so this interaction became me making a few confused and stressed sounds and forcibly giving her a high five.
this combo of sad/helpless/confused sounds and an unexpected high five lead into me just tapping the disc in because i didn't know what else to do at this point.
then we won the game, so it all ended okay.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Rec Basketball
this evening a few of my friends and i went to watch my brothers rec basketball game at Lincoln Center gym.
after the game, someone gave me a disc, so naturally i decided to attempt to throw it through the hoop. i hit the rim the first time, so after retrieving it i decided to try again. however, in my haste to retry, i did not see the man standing on the stage (in full view of the court and all of the stands) watching me shoot these frisbees.
when i shot the second time (i hit the net), the man jumped down from the stage and took the frisbee with him and sat down. content to just avoid confrontation i attempted to play it off as though the person in all frisbee gear was not the person who had just thrown a carolina ultimate disc at the basketball hoop. this was not a good plan, and was forced to get the disc back from this man who was sitting on the stage and was very discontent with my behavior.
i walked up to him to get it back so i could leave, but when i walked up to the stage, i didnt even say anything, and he didnt look at me and just said "you cant have this back"
i told him i had to go, and he said the only way i could get it back was if i was escorted from the building.
thus, i was escorted from the lincoln center gym during a rec basketball game.
so the next game, we decided to go big or go home and do body paint (and did not get kicked out/escorted from lincoln center for a second time)
after the game, someone gave me a disc, so naturally i decided to attempt to throw it through the hoop. i hit the rim the first time, so after retrieving it i decided to try again. however, in my haste to retry, i did not see the man standing on the stage (in full view of the court and all of the stands) watching me shoot these frisbees.
when i shot the second time (i hit the net), the man jumped down from the stage and took the frisbee with him and sat down. content to just avoid confrontation i attempted to play it off as though the person in all frisbee gear was not the person who had just thrown a carolina ultimate disc at the basketball hoop. this was not a good plan, and was forced to get the disc back from this man who was sitting on the stage and was very discontent with my behavior.
i walked up to him to get it back so i could leave, but when i walked up to the stage, i didnt even say anything, and he didnt look at me and just said "you cant have this back"
i told him i had to go, and he said the only way i could get it back was if i was escorted from the building.
thus, i was escorted from the lincoln center gym during a rec basketball game.
so the next game, we decided to go big or go home and do body paint (and did not get kicked out/escorted from lincoln center for a second time)
Saturday, November 26, 2011
High Five Height
the other weekend i was talking to one of my friends mom's about her nephew who plays frisbee.
she was telling me that he played in georgia and was at club nationals playing on a team called chain lightning, and she asked me if i had seen him. i told her that i did see the team, but im not sure if i saw him because i dont know what he looks like.
she begins to describe him like "hes blonde, and hes very nice, and pretty stocky, and hes about this tall"
and when she describes his height she put her hand at kind of a weird angle at about face height, so i high-fived her.
shockingly, she was taken aback by the fact that i high-fived her in the middle of a description at a time when the desire for a high five was definitely not reciprocated.
i then apologized and said "sorry i thought you were going for a high five!"
to which she naturally responded "well, no...."
and then i listened to the rest of her description of her nice, high-five height nephew, with my hands behind my back.
she was telling me that he played in georgia and was at club nationals playing on a team called chain lightning, and she asked me if i had seen him. i told her that i did see the team, but im not sure if i saw him because i dont know what he looks like.
she begins to describe him like "hes blonde, and hes very nice, and pretty stocky, and hes about this tall"
and when she describes his height she put her hand at kind of a weird angle at about face height, so i high-fived her.
shockingly, she was taken aback by the fact that i high-fived her in the middle of a description at a time when the desire for a high five was definitely not reciprocated.
i then apologized and said "sorry i thought you were going for a high five!"
to which she naturally responded "well, no...."
and then i listened to the rest of her description of her nice, high-five height nephew, with my hands behind my back.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Celebrations
this weekend, in order for our team to make it into the power pool bracket, a certain team had to beat another. For this reason, we were intently watching their game. After a long fought point, the team we needed to win, won, and so we began celebrating.
this celebration consisted of cheering/shouting/making other happy noises, whilst hugging everyone on our team, or who had an affiliation with our team.
so i am making my way down the sideline, hugging people and making happy shouting noises. however, i get a little carried away, and i see some blue that is the same color as our jerseys right outside a little huddle. thinking that someone on our team is missing out on a hugging opportunity, i walk up to this person, shouting. however, when i get closer, i realize it is an older woman, in a blue polo and a khaki skirt and i am about to give her a hug while shouting directly in her face.
my face changes from excitement to "i have messed up and do not know you" very quickly, which i am fairly certain she noticed, but was polite enough to not say anything about... at least not to my face.
this celebration consisted of cheering/shouting/making other happy noises, whilst hugging everyone on our team, or who had an affiliation with our team.
so i am making my way down the sideline, hugging people and making happy shouting noises. however, i get a little carried away, and i see some blue that is the same color as our jerseys right outside a little huddle. thinking that someone on our team is missing out on a hugging opportunity, i walk up to this person, shouting. however, when i get closer, i realize it is an older woman, in a blue polo and a khaki skirt and i am about to give her a hug while shouting directly in her face.
my face changes from excitement to "i have messed up and do not know you" very quickly, which i am fairly certain she noticed, but was polite enough to not say anything about... at least not to my face.
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