Things that happened to me today that reaffirmed my desire to slam my head repeatedly against a wall.
1. I didn’t sign up for a seat for graduation because no sum of money could make me leave Freestyle during class. I ended up next to this girl I’d maybe seen six or seven times in the history of my high school career. She was nice enough, easy to talk to. A kid I went to middle school with who then moved to Utah came to visit us while we were all sitting on our little paper squares in the gym. When I told the girl sitting next to me that’d he’d moved to Utah, she asked why. I told her he was mormon. She looked at me and said “Wait so Utah is in the south, isn’t it?”
I said “excuse me?”
She said “Utah, I mean, where is Utah located in the U.S., it’s in the south, isn’t it?”
I explained to her where Utah was. Then I sat there with a new understanding of the merit needed for a high school diploma.
2. This afternoon, I was driving home from a personal picnic. The car was warm, jazz was playing on the radio, and I was full of a chocolate chip bagel, cherries, and a bottle of kombucha. As I came to a particularly harsh curve in the road, a massive black SUV came swerving around the corner, teenage limbs dangling from its open windows, some sort of house music bouncing the car’s frame. The car was going about 40 and was occupying the middle of the road. It saw me, swerved, skidded, and maybe tipped over. I drove, shakily, around the corner at about 2 miles an hour, not looking behind me and not caring to know whether or not the occupants of that vehicle had gotten into any trouble.