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the horrors of biology
November 6, 2002 – the horrors of biology

Conversations should NOT begin with, “Isn’t this interesting.” They especially should not begin this way if the person instigating said conversation does not say anything else afterward. Like, “isn’t this interesting how you smell of roses” or “isn’t this interesting, you’ve got a potato sticking out of your ear.” Either would be better than offering nothing else.

I walked into Biology today to find Kenny Hardgrove sitting in my seat, grinning at Megan with that oh-yeah-I’m-gonna-get-laid glint in his eyes. I glanced around the room frantically, hoping beyond hope that someone had suddenly come down with a terminal illness that would mean I had to work on my own. But alas, I was doomed.

I heard Ms. Moody clear her throat from over my shoulder and begrudgingly made my way across the classroom and slid into my seat in the Georgie Zone. He peered at me out of the corner of his eyes, before leaning back and running his hands through his long brown hair. He smiled slightly, convincing me I was the butt of a joke within the confines of his head and causing me to unravel and sweat profusely from my palms, and said, “Well, isn’t this interesting.”

God, what if he thinks I asked to be seated next to him? What if he thinks I’m trying to seduce him with fruit flies?

What if I’m overreacting slightly?

Okay, breathe Linnie. Breathe. There are only seven months left of school.

Ugh!

I will say that I got my first A on any Biology lab in the history of my life. Apparently being afraid to make eye contact with your lab partner is conducive to brilliant work.

I’m off for a meeting with my School Counselor on College and You, Are You Compatible?

F-U-N.

Suspiciously yours!

Tah!