May 19, 2016

We were sitting in the classroom and across from me was someone that I severely disliked. “I don’t like this”, I said, “but there is just something about your face that compels me to frustrate you as much as possible”. I started to break down into tears as I continued to harass this person who might as well have been a stranger at this point. “Aren’t you devastated?” his friend asked.

“Yes, but I would be the same if I were doing nothing” I replied.

“You’re a classics major, aren’t you? How typical.”

“I’m not and I never was” I said as I continued laughing.

The teacher in the room claimed that they were “tilted, but enjoying [it]” as I was unable to stop myself.