a history of me

After several false forecasts, my roommate finally arrived tonight. It was pretty late too. Good thing I wasn't in a, *ahem* compromising position. That would have been real awkward. He's from Nepal. I impressed him immediately by knowing exactly where Nepal is in the world. Most of these kids don't have the first clue when he tells them where he's from. Of course, I'm getting that a lot lately. Just this afternoon, a whiny student walked out of her classroom and asked (rhetorically) "Who's gonna know where Saotome is?" I told her "Africa." She laughed and kept walking.

I'm always surprised by how much people don't know around here. Last night in East Asian Cinema class, the teacher asked if we knew what a eunuch was. I rolled my eyes, thinking that was a silly question. Then a girl behind me piped up and asked "Isn't that a homosexual?" Or a few weeks ago when a Goth-girl asked a librarian to help her find a movie for class. She couldn't remember the title..."Citizen....Cain? Like the bible?" I offered my humble assistance.

Speaking of mistakes, I got my history exam back from last week. 78! I'm a frigging genius. I took a whole lot of nothing and pulled a high C out of thin air. I rock. Hard.