Randomness

1. There is a skinhead in my Linguistics class. I noticed him standing outside the door as I was entering the classroom last Thursday night. He was wearing one of those plaid chappy cappy hats on his shaved head. And he had full sleeve black and white tattoos, with what appeared to be an iron cross on his elbow. I thought to myself, "Wow, that guy looks like a skinhead. But he is probably one of those nouveau anti-racist skinheads." Then we had to go around and introduced ourselves, and he announced that he is a German major. Ding! Skinhead at Wayne State University! You would think he would at least go to a white people school like OU.

2. Everybody had to introduce themselves in my History class last Friday, too. (What is it with these introductions- I know they are just trying to create a positive classroom environment but it can get rather tedious.) Usually people just announce their rank and major, but one guy introduced himself in a Native American language and then told us that it is his mission in life to educate the world about the genocide of the Native American people. Hey, I'm down with that but I probably would not announce it to a classroom of people that I have known for all of five minutes. Shortly thereafter, he took an opportunity to expound on the Bush/Bin Laden connection and its implications for the war. Again, I DESPISE GW but I really hate when people show off in History class, ESPECIALLY on the first day, when everyone wants to leave early. The professor echoed my sentiments exactly when she said that although she is extremely liberal she would never use her classroom as a political platform. I wanted to stab him repeatedly woith my pen while shouting "this class is American History to 1877- not current events, fool!" Yes, its definitely time for me to graduate.

3. Remember the lovely jeans I wrote about in my last entry? I feel obliged to tell you that I am returning them. I wore them two times and they were hanging off my tiny (ha!) fanny. Sigh. This is what happens when I try to cut corners. Unfortunately, years of working at a fancy department store have left me with a taste for designer jeans. I have found that they are worth the price. But why do I feel so vain and shallow when I spend $100 on a pair of jeans that I know I will wear for a couple of years (well, unless I get pregnant). Like I would somehow be a better person if I wore Gap instead of Sevens.

4. When I used to look in the mirror, all I could think about was how dumpy I looked. Nowadays, all I can think about is how old and tired I am. Apparently, however, teenagers think I am cool. I was gathering up my stuff today after my workout when a pink haired girl of about thirteen or fourteen came running up to me. "I love your hair!!!" she gushed, referring to my sweaty, damp pigtails.
"Thanks" I said.
"It reminds me of Meg White" she added.
"Thanks" I said again, attempting to sidle away.
"Do you know who Meg White is?" she asked breathlessly. "Because when I mention Meg White most people have no idea who I'm talking about!"
"Actually"I said, "My husband and I used to see Meg and Jack White around town before they were famous and he always thought that I looked like her." Incidentally, I was never flattered by the comparison.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, completely starstruck by my brush with celebrity.

Incidents like these always make me feel like I should have gone into secondary education. I could be that crazy History teacher who directs all the school plays.