Apr 26, 2004 05:33
We were standing around, all of us nervous and pedantic and very conscious of our proud parents talking about us in the corner.
And a red-haired girl walks in, and her name tag says, "Elspeth." I don't ask, but I talk to her for a while. She's from way out in the Boonies and she's the only girl in her class that went Ivy league.
The other kids find her out pretty quickly, and after a couple of minutes, "So, Elspeth, is that like, Elizabeth?"
"Oh, yes. It's the Scottish version. My friends just call me Elspeth."
Kill me. Murder me. I've been had.