My Intro to Sociology course turned out to be Intro to Social Work. This class has taught me only one thing: I don't want to go into Social Work. It is (klakfkjdflf) interesting. The people I have met in the class are (lfhdsajfkldjf) interesting. The first day of class, we had to interview one member of the class for forty five minutes, after which, we would report what we learned. This creeper girl was desperate to be my partner. We walked to the hall and before we even sat down, she started telling me about how her brother is schizophrenic, how she was raped, I think by multiple people, along with what she told her rapists. She told me about how her dad died and what she did to cope. I feel really bad about all of this, but I sat there in shock. I really didn't know what to do. When it was time to interview me, what did I have to say? My favorite color, food, movie, oh and TV show! I told her about how I probably watch too much Sex and the City, Castle, and Bones. She told me about how she loves Teen Mom. Now I hate that show, but I didn't want to be mean, so I just said, "Oh yeah, I've seen it." After she asked me if I had a "boo?" I assumed that was a boyfriend, and I told her no, that I prefer to just go on a few dates with guys not get into relationships. Please note the key word, prefer. As in, I choose to be single.
Time to report to the class! Of course she wants to go first. She tells the entire class I'm a sociology major who wants to be on a jury. (What?!?) She tells them that I've never had a boyfriend, (not telling about how I don't want one right now,) and that all I do is watch TV. At this point, I say aloud, that I do go out and that I do have friends. People giggle, then she continues. She tells the class that we both love Teen Mom. This starts some intense discussion about how bad this show and how negative it is for kids to watch it. My teacher began lecturing to me about how I shouldn't watch this show, THAT I DON'T WATCH! When it was time for me to talk about my partner, what could I say? She was raped... Yeah that'd go over well.
Oh first impressions.
Okay, so this date I had not very long ago was with an agoraphob*. I didn't realize it was a date. I was kinda trapped into it. He is from my Social Work class. I call him Pastor Dan, not because his name is Dan, but because he wants to be a pastor, and if you have ever seen Raising Helen you'll probably know my reference. Let me tell you something about Pastor Dan, he has NO game, what-so-ever. He leads me to believe that we will studying, when instead he turns it into some "date." We go to our college cafeteria, (classy,) and he begins to start some kind of banter. At least, I think he thought it was banter. Really he was just calling a loser and a transvestite with a man voice. Flattering in what way? He also told me that I have pretty eyes, but hearing me speak kind of over-shadows them. He said, I talk too much and with a man voice, it makes it even worse. He told me about how not too long ago he couldn't leave his bedroom for months because of his intense fears. He still has some issues with leaving. As y'all know, I'm a psych major. I know how debilitating that can be. I hope someday I can be trained in helping people with this, among many other disorders, but when comes to a first date, gimme a break. He told me about how he's the "Son of God, like Jesus' brother." Direct quote. And he wasn't saying it in a, "We are all brothers and sisters of Jesus," kind of way. He was saying it in a, "I'm the next messiah" kind of way. Yes, an agoraphob who wants to be a pastor and says he's Jesus' brother thinks I'm a transvestite. Hmm.
*Agoraphob; Short for Agoraphobic: verb; Fear of open spaces, large crowds, being alone in public situations. This often restricts people to a single place, such as a home, and in extreme cases, a single room.
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