On the 1 to 8 scale of ridiculousness, Ms. Sonia is a bona fide 12. Last night, Sonia had a bunch of us over for cupcakes. That's right. Five different kinds of cupcakes. Plus cookies. Plus pound cake. Plus hot chocolate. All homemade and delicious. We even got little bags to take home. Though putting the cupcakes into the bags turned out to be a much bigger challenge than we had all anticipated. I know I've been using scissors for decades now, but they still get me every time. I think I'm going to start a list of ridiculous feminist domestic goddesses and start ranking all the ones that I know. Hannah and Sonia are on top of the list. I'm not sure who is better, but I do know that I fear Hannah's wrath more and thus I place her first.
Also ridiculous about last night were the GRE books that Sonia was giving away. Amy and I greedily took them (Moi: I got a book a month ago and so far I've only memorized 20 words. Amy: That's better than me. I got my book a month ago and I've only made it to chapter 1 section 2. Moi: But it was my new year's resolution to buy a book.) and right away, Amy started testing our vocab. Yes, it is completely socially acceptable to whip out vocab books and test your peers at Bo' gatherings. Though we were all surprised by how wrong we were on words we thought we knew, like bevy. This made those of us with yet uncertain futures panic... until we realized that our educations weren't wasted, just Amy's. She had read all the definitions wrong. A dyspeptic person really isn't all that tender and mellow.
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