If that title doesn't explain it, I don't know what will.
Tonight was my childhood development class. I was especially excited for that class, because occasionally, i'm around a kid and i'm like "What the heck do I do to make him/her like me?"
Plus, I will have little Mallys someday, and it will be cool to know how to parent them better.
I freak out trying to get to class, even though I know exactly where it is, and i'm leaving my house an hour early, when school is fifteen minutes away. No doubt a gift from my mother.
I got into class around 5:20, and already something is weird. There is a girl talking to herself, in Spanish, in the creepiest voice I have ever heard in my life. It was part whisper, part Batman, part evil creature in any sci-fi movie.
"She's on the phone," I think and sit down in my usual, "I want to be in the front but not too near the front" seat.
Then I notice no phone. No headphones. She is looking around the room whispering things, asking herself questions in English, answering them in Spanish. I stealth videotaped 30 seconds of it. (I'm terrible, I know.) If I can find a way to post it, I will.
So, I decide to distract myself. I'm the type of person where my face cannot hide what I'm really thinking. If i'm sad, my eyes water. If i'm judging someone's lack of clothing, there is full attitude on my face. It's a terrible curse.
So then she talks to me.
"What do you collect?"
"Uh....I don't collect anything."
"I collect watches."
"Oh, that is really cool!"
"Yeah. There are 12 different bugs I like to collect."
"That's..good..."
"So do you do anything?"
"Uhhhhh..I play the piano?"
"Oh thats cool. Do you take music classes at BC?"
"I'm taking a guitar class."
"Oh, so you don't know music."
"..Yeah." (False. I play a select few guitar songs. And I play them like nobody's business.)
"What do you think of today's music and how it reflects in today's society?"
"Um, it's...good. Lots of..computer...stuff."
"Yeah. And lots of rappers."
"Yeah.."
"So. You look young. 23?"
"No, i'm 19."
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." (I am not exaggerating the ha's here.)
She continued. I sat in silence.
"You look so young. So small."
"Thank you."
"Really small."
"Thanks."
"But pretty."
"Thank you."
And then three students walked in and it stopped. WEIRDEST. 20 MINUTES. OF. MY. LIFE.
