I count the room numbers, trying to find number 13. I wonder how many times I’ve done this. Let’s see, 11? No, wait. California. How could I forget California? Oh, and Ohio… well I can see why I forgot that. We were only there 1 month. So, I’ve done this 13 times? Well that’s ironic isn’t it? I finally find the class and walk in.
Teacher: “Oh good, you found us.â€? Duh, do I look like an idiot to you? I know how to find my way around places.
Me: “Yeah.â€?
Teacher: “Class, this is Cynthia.â€?
Class (droning): “Hi Cynthiaâ€?
Teacher: “Why don’t you tell us something interesting about yourself Cynthia?â€?
You know, you would think after all the new kids they get they could think of a more original question like, ‘what’s you favorite bug’ or something. But no, it’s always ‘tell us something interesting’ blah, blah, blah. So I always answer the same.
Me: “Hi Nebraska, I’m Cynthia. My Dad’s an alcoholic.â€?