The Diary of Queen Mothy |
Run-Ins written @ 12:30 PM on March 21, 2004 I ran into a few old faces this week, the first one being my roommate Stephanie from last year. Christine and I were walking out the Fine Arts building to go to lunch, and Stephanie was coming through the door. I don't think she realized it was me at first (really odd considering that we lived with each other for an entire year), but then I think her blank expression was really one of surprise that we finally crossed paths. We didn't really chat. We never really had anything in common anyway. It was a brief, "How's it going?" "Fine, you?" sort of a conversation. Lasted a whopping three seconds. The second person I ran into, much to my chagrin, was my international politics professor from last semester. But he never really had anything to say to me then, so he wasn't about to strike up a conversation now. You see, it's below him to ask, "How is your semester going?" to a silly, ignorant, American girl who probably didn't do a shred of work in his class... when in fact I was one of the few, the proud, who pulled off an A+ in his friggin' class. Our eyes met, and I gave him a weak smile of greeting, but he didn't respond. Oh well. He is the most unhappy Jamaican I've ever met . . . not that I've had a lot of Jamaican acquaintances, but I hear they're devil-may-care sort of folk who stop at the drop of a hat to celebrate something. I think the only thing my professor every celebrated was the fact he didn't have to teach my class anymore. *** I spent all afternoon Saturday in a dark theater for dry tech, when the crew was busy programming light and sound cues, and all I had to do was stand on the set, move where they told me to move, and run little errands between the scene shop and the theater. In between all that I was busy writing a paper for my film class and arguing with Mica about snobby Easterners who go to Ivy League schools and are undermining the educational system and conseqently the omniversal class "system" of the entire Eastern seaboard of the United States... according to Mica. What started all that? Well, Mike and I were chatting about going to an Ivy Leaguer for my Masters in scenic design, and Mica vehemently opposed such an idea. I'm like, "Dude... Relax. I've got two BFA majors and it's going to be five years before I can even consider going to grad school. Besides, have you ever lived in the East?" No, of course not. "Then how would you know they're all snobby, pretentious folk? They happen to be my people." Duh, if you want a daily dose of snobbery and pretentiousness, just read my diary! I work to undermine the educational system and upset the "balance," if there is one, between the poor class and bourgeoisie one entry at a time! I hope you're noting my sarcasm by now. I have to be off now; I've got errands to run.
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