Not An April Fool's Post

My last post on Vegas was kind of lame, so I'll say a few more things about last week today. I was going to save it for this weekend, but on Saturday I'll have my first clinical in a real setting, and I'll probably have a lot to say about that.

So I've kind of realized that as much as my classmates are characters to me, they probably see me as a bit of a character, too. My teacher was asking me about my family get-togethers and what kind of food we made. Do we have a big fish-fry? Does someone make a big feast? Etcetera. And I was like, "No, no one really likes to cook in our family. We order in and go to a lot of restaurants." For some reason, this had the class laughing so hard. They were like, "She's so crazy!" But I really wasn't trying to be funny. My classmates are used to cooking up big feasts every time their families get together. My family used to do that, too, but then we'd all argue over who had to clean up the piles of dishes, and it always ended up being the women, so we kinda said fuck it and refused to cook anymore. We're not down with the sexism, and the men definitely aren't going to do it. So no one does it now. That was years ago and it's stayed that way ever since. It's actually made our gatherings a lot more fun. No one has to play martyr in the kitchen, and there's no more cause of tension and bitterness.

Also at lunch, this girl told this story about her last family reunion, and she said there was this real bougie woman who showed up with her kids in fancy little rompers and a nice car, and her cousin told this "uppity" woman that he was going to fuck the bougie right out of her. And she got all offended and left. She thought it was just the funniest story in the world, like ha ha, he showed her. Only a few other girls laughed with her, though. Most everyone else was kinda silent. I was just hoping that he didn't say that to a family member, because that ups the WTF factor.

On Wednesdays I eat my lunch in my car, because Wednesday is the day we turn in a big stack of homework after lunch, and so that's also the day everyone is super friendly to me, hoping they can copy all of mine. I'm the only one who seems to turn it in every week. I get several girls waving their blank papers at me, but I only give them like a few answers, not the whole bit, because why is their time more valuable than mine? If I had to spend hours in misery, why shouldn't they? Yeah, I'm such a square. And if homegirl's cousin ever offers to fuck the square right out of me, I will sock him square in his jaw.