They came up with this term many semesters after it actually might have applied to me.
My email just alerted me to the phrase "boyfriend air."
It brought to mind a class I actually hated, did you know that? Pop Culture. It was so frighteningly open it felt dangerous. True, the professor was a kindly old lady I liked; I believe she insisted everyone call her by her first name, I believe it was Rebecca, and I think I wrote the final essay well enough to get a superlative grade in her course, yet still... *shudder* if I hadn't needed to take so many English courses to graduate, I would have given this one a pass, both because I didn't like to muse over the subject and because the timing of the meetings was bad! (It only met late [Wednesday?] evenings.)
Also, all the writings I had to read for her class were disturbing.
Not lock-the-doors-there-might-be-a-crazed-axe-murderer-after-you kind of disturbing, just unsettling in a hmm-how-about-that kind of way.
Thinking of how lower-degree baking takes longer to finish, and how one of my first attempts ever to write was a fanfic called Cooking with Mei-ling!, since I didn't understand why the oven was not increasiing to the temperature suggested for my food, I just kept my baked item in there for longer today.
I don't remember what it was, anymore. I think it was something with meat.
OH now I remember! ^_^ It was one of those party trays of like twenty-four party treats with different things inside of them!
My FF.N account has since been purged, though, so I don't have the work anymore. I took that as equivalent to being banned since I don't understand English too well.
That is why I applied to a school in England, after all. Maybe I might come to understand it better.
That would only come if I actually made my way over, that is.
And so I have yet to do it.
To be continued.
ANYWAY, today I was messaged by the founder of the Paw Project who wanted to make a movie about declawing. I told her about my cats. I did not offer to her the information of my friend who told me he was in charge of a clowder (that's what people call a group of cats) because that seemed improper to do.
Maybe, when I'm actually over there, I might recreate what I remember of my original fanfic, so I am less upset over the destruction of my original story.
I know how to put up my hair in baozhi. My mother had hated when I did it, she told me she would put my hair in pigtails, but then when I let her she (maybe unknowingly?) yanked painfully. That was one of the quarrels I remember having.
In any event, the original character I was trying to emulate came from a Japanese source, anyway, which is allied totally differently from the Chinese people.
Although I did poorer than expected with my initial purview of International Relations, I came back to it, and am far from done.