Everyone Sucks Except for You. You're Cool.
I'm glad the DNA results are finally back, so the lacrosse team can go back to having lots of semi-consensual sex and crushing beer cans on each other's heads. Yesterday a newschick stopped two women's lacrosse players after the results were announced. "I see you have lacrosse sticks," she said. "Would you care to comment on the DNA results?"
Yesterday in class with Billy Razz, we watched a movie about class differences in America. It was really good and funny in lots of parts, but there was one part that made me start balling right in the middle of class. There was this woman with four kids living in a trailer with no furnace and no car. Every day, she walked 10 miles to and from work at Burger King, and she commented that she thought her father would be proud of her for trying if he were still alive. Her son talked about being ashamed of her and wishing she would make herself look more presentable so he could bring his friends over. The whole thing made me so sad, but a bunch of other people in the class were laughing. "Haha! She thinks her dad would be proud of her for walking to Burger King!" So I left to compose myself (admittedly, I too was over-reacting, probably due to caffeine and exhaustion). What the hell is wrong with people? I have definitely realized no matter how much money I have later in life, I will never be comfortable living anywhere other than a lower-middle-class neighborhood. Duke is full of awful, snobbish people, and sometimes I need a little reminder of that fact.
RayRay Weeks is here! Yay!
Yesterday in class with Billy Razz, we watched a movie about class differences in America. It was really good and funny in lots of parts, but there was one part that made me start balling right in the middle of class. There was this woman with four kids living in a trailer with no furnace and no car. Every day, she walked 10 miles to and from work at Burger King, and she commented that she thought her father would be proud of her for trying if he were still alive. Her son talked about being ashamed of her and wishing she would make herself look more presentable so he could bring his friends over. The whole thing made me so sad, but a bunch of other people in the class were laughing. "Haha! She thinks her dad would be proud of her for walking to Burger King!" So I left to compose myself (admittedly, I too was over-reacting, probably due to caffeine and exhaustion). What the hell is wrong with people? I have definitely realized no matter how much money I have later in life, I will never be comfortable living anywhere other than a lower-middle-class neighborhood. Duke is full of awful, snobbish people, and sometimes I need a little reminder of that fact.
RayRay Weeks is here! Yay!