...he bumped his head and went to bed and couldn't wake up in the morning.
Now that I think of it this is a really depressing nursery rhyme, concussions are scary now. But it is raining outside and the teperature will drop with the rain. High of 67F, low of 38F. Oh thunderstorms, they can be so exciting.
Anyway, I'm in my room, writing, thinking, I miss having a crush. I haven't had one for a while and its kinda sad. There are guys I'm attracted to and friends. Pragmatism and homework killed my crushes, or more importantly my chance of having them. Or perhaps I'm just lying to myself.
My name is not Chris. Apparently, people who don't know me on campus seem to be confusing me with the other black freshman with loks. His are longer and he's a lot lighter and leaner than me and he dresses differently (he's obviously also good deal more popular) but they confuse us just the same.
Ussually in the dinning hall, I'd be getting food and a stranger would be like, hey what's up, then I'd look at him and he'd say, "sorry I thought you were someone else." I didn't think of it much after the first ten or so times (each with different people) it happened but just today I was in line and maneuvering rather hasily, and this one stanger was like, "hey Chris watch out" (or something simmilar to that).
I didn't say anything becausue I didn't know what to say. Obviously Chis is known amongst this clique of people but I'd imagine they would be able to pick him out in a crowd. But this seems to be an all black people look alike situation. Which troubles me. Maybe I should just try to make more white friends (this has primarily been a phenomenon amongst white students who don't know me as apposed to the students of color who don't know me). I need to find a way outside of the shadow of Chris.
This happened to me before. In my freshman year of high school, members of my Biology class would confuse me with the boy who sat behind me. He had a similar complexion and similar glasses. The only difference was that he was a little shorter and rather hot (ahh memories). It became difficult for me to assert an identity in that class. It was like my name was taken away, "[my name]? who's he? Oh, I thought his name was Brian?" It didn't really stop till the following year when I had classes with all new people.
I guess this isn't really a big issue, like the war (which makes me ill to read about but I read just the same), but I felt like writing. The next few days should be action packed with programming assignments, history reading and the French language, which from now on will be refered to as the Freedom language :-).
I have a Freedom exam tommorow and an oral Freedom exam on Friday. I'm supposed to call up my french teacher during class, who will pose as one of my parents, and explain, in Freedom, that I will be living with someone or getting married. I'm supposed to describe the person, answer questions and handle unfavorable reactions, in Freedom, over the phone. Very daunting for Freedom 2, but its fun.
I don't expect to have a whole lot to write over the next few days of have a whole lot of time to write it, but I'll try.