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As miserable as being poked with all kinds of perfectly natural HATEFUL things I'm allergic to, and which make me feel like a glass of water spilled on the floor is, going to my doctor's always feels like such a relief. Everyone there gets what it’s like. They've all been living with this too. As awful as the shots make me feel, everyone there realizes exactly how awful they make me feel. I'm not weird (at least not because of my illness anyway), I'm not crazy (again, not because of...), I'm not seeking attention, and I don't just need to suck it up while I'm there, they get it.
Of course to get there, I have to spend thirteen hours in a car with my dad, Grammy, and no room for my feet, but they feed me along the way, so I keep quiet.
Cracker Barrel Hostess: How big is your party?
Fish: Just us and the invisible person between us who will of course be paying.
Grammy: My son-in-law will be back in a moment.
Fish: He's in the-
Grammy: Facilities.
Hostess: Of course. *twitches* Well, it’ll be- wait a second, you can go back now.
Grammy: How do you know?
Hostess: Earpiece. *points*
Fish: Whatever, hearing things no one else can is bad news.
Hostess: Yeah, I know, but I'm just that special. The Earpiece tells me so.
While we were there, I gawked a bit at all the pretty Halloween costume dresses for little girls, and even lost my mind temporarily and tried on one of the biggest ones. It fell down past my feet when I put it on, but I couldn't get the back closed, and the waist bagged.
Grammy: I guess I don't have to buy it for you now.
Fish: I have boobs! I have curves! Happy days have come at last!
Grammy: You've had them since you were ten.
Fish: ...
Grammy: You look so precious in your little girl dress!
Well, as soon as I came back home, the semester started, and after showing up at seven AM for a seven PM class, and stumbling around the university like a zombie (give me your brains- mine don't work) everything ran mostly smoothly. Except, you know, I felt compelled to point out my new German professor’s imprecise language.
German Professor: No English in this classroom please.
Fish: *speaks in a mixture of Russian, Arabic and German*
German Professor: Let me rephrase.
Also, my German professor and my Arabic professor share an office and office hours. They might, you know, talk about me.
On a different note, my mom, who claims to be so much less political than I (but she's not, no she's not) watched Senator Kennedy's entire memorial, sitting on the couch laughing and bawling her eyes out, because this is a man who helped make it possible for her baby girl to go to school. It's really strange to realize that a man who I have never met, never spoken to, who has never heard my name has had such a profound effect on my life. The Americans with Disabilities Act has given me a future, and it's just one of the many many laws he has written or helped to pass that have done so much good for the people of my country. Mom says she remembers hearing about the car accident he was in in 1969 when Mary Jo Kopechne died, and deciding that she really didn't think much about this Kennedy. But as wayward as he was, he hit a point where he remade himself into the liberal lion of the Senate who went from getting so much wrong to getting so much right. The country will miss him and all the good he might have done. Rest in peace Senator; we new generation of liberals will do our best to make you proud.
Of course to get there, I have to spend thirteen hours in a car with my dad, Grammy, and no room for my feet, but they feed me along the way, so I keep quiet.
Cracker Barrel Hostess: How big is your party?
Fish: Just us and the invisible person between us who will of course be paying.
Grammy: My son-in-law will be back in a moment.
Fish: He's in the-
Grammy: Facilities.
Hostess: Of course. *twitches* Well, it’ll be- wait a second, you can go back now.
Grammy: How do you know?
Hostess: Earpiece. *points*
Fish: Whatever, hearing things no one else can is bad news.
Hostess: Yeah, I know, but I'm just that special. The Earpiece tells me so.
While we were there, I gawked a bit at all the pretty Halloween costume dresses for little girls, and even lost my mind temporarily and tried on one of the biggest ones. It fell down past my feet when I put it on, but I couldn't get the back closed, and the waist bagged.
Grammy: I guess I don't have to buy it for you now.
Fish: I have boobs! I have curves! Happy days have come at last!
Grammy: You've had them since you were ten.
Fish: ...
Grammy: You look so precious in your little girl dress!
Well, as soon as I came back home, the semester started, and after showing up at seven AM for a seven PM class, and stumbling around the university like a zombie (give me your brains- mine don't work) everything ran mostly smoothly. Except, you know, I felt compelled to point out my new German professor’s imprecise language.
German Professor: No English in this classroom please.
Fish: *speaks in a mixture of Russian, Arabic and German*
German Professor: Let me rephrase.
Also, my German professor and my Arabic professor share an office and office hours. They might, you know, talk about me.
On a different note, my mom, who claims to be so much less political than I (but she's not, no she's not) watched Senator Kennedy's entire memorial, sitting on the couch laughing and bawling her eyes out, because this is a man who helped make it possible for her baby girl to go to school. It's really strange to realize that a man who I have never met, never spoken to, who has never heard my name has had such a profound effect on my life. The Americans with Disabilities Act has given me a future, and it's just one of the many many laws he has written or helped to pass that have done so much good for the people of my country. Mom says she remembers hearing about the car accident he was in in 1969 when Mary Jo Kopechne died, and deciding that she really didn't think much about this Kennedy. But as wayward as he was, he hit a point where he remade himself into the liberal lion of the Senate who went from getting so much wrong to getting so much right. The country will miss him and all the good he might have done. Rest in peace Senator; we new generation of liberals will do our best to make you proud.
