Be it officially known and proclaimed through out all the land:
Truth Questioner is NOT a small, cute, fluffy, yellow, bird!
Woe to Aaron Garcia and all others who would adress her as such!
"Hey, chick from my speech class! How's it going?"
I hate loiterers in the Arts Building. They're weird. Loiterers in the science building are normal people. Loiterer's in the Psyche/History/ Philosophy building are somewhat stranger. But the kids that hang around the Arts Building are just....ugh....obnoxious and WEIRD. For the most part. I do know some un-weird people that frequent that building, but for the most part, I wouldn't want to be alone with the ear-ringed, tattoed, guitar-playing, hair-messed-up guys who always seem to be congregated in the little lobby snacking, loudly jesting, and idly strumming guitars. Don't get me wrong - I like guitars. Dad even plays one. But I don't usually feel totally safe around the guitar guys at college.
I had a wonderful voice lesson - the best so far! I even made it up to high F (perfectly, so said my instructor)! And because I had forgotten my music at home, but happened to have my hymnal with me, I was able to sing a good many of these familiar songs I love, plus a smattering of various classical pieces. I think that's what did it. The familiarity really loosened up all the vocal cords and gave me some small bit of confidence.
Then I tried to leave. And as I was walking out the door, 'Mr.' Garcia looks up from his guitar strumming and accosts me in the previously stated manner. I was rather uncertain about what I should do - I didn't wish to be rude. But in my eagerness to be out of that place, I ignored the inquiry and pushed open the front doors just in barely in time to hear that kid tell the rest of the assemby that, "That chick is in my speech class."
When I returned home, The Perfect One gave me a great response which I could have used had I been thinking. I ought to have said that I was unaware that the college allowed poultry in speech classes....