I was sitting in my Psych 101 class today when a gaggle of freshmen girls flopped down beside me and began an conversation that made me feel ancient."Oh my G-d," one of the trilled, "what was wrong with me that night?"
"Yeah, I had to take off the tags on those Facebook pictures from the party." Giggle giggle.
"Why can't Kristy find her own date?" A third muttered disgustedly.
"Because," replied the first sagely. "She's not friends with the lesbians."
"Uh!" grunted the third.
The conversation continued on like that, punctuated by high-pitched noises of irritation and exclamations about parties and alcohol.
Maybe it was my fault for taking a gen ed requirement that is usually populated by first-year students. But seriously, what?!
I don't understand kids these days. Now, excuse me, I have to pick up my walker from the cleaners. I hope that they put a new set of wheels on the old girl. The squeaking has been irritating my hearing aid recently.
K.
hysterical! don't worry, you aren't old. do you even understand what they were talking about???
ReplyDeleteadena: Absolutely not. Clearly it was about some sort of party, but a party that I would want to steer away from. :)
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