Easy A

Mad props for the most clever title in awhile.

I'd been so busy lately that I thought my social standing was in pretty good order. But today's lunch brought multiple blows and cleared away any remaining disillusions. I made the mistake of giving up a free lunch talk at Work Work today to buy my own lunch at School School so that I can go to Prof. Papa's class instead. This decision coincided with the discovery that the handful of first years I know a. only wanted to talk to me about when they'd get their econ exams back and b. had other talks to go to and could not sit with me in the cafeteria (blow number one).

But it was OK. I ran into Professor Papa by the heart healthy "Indian" food line. He may have cut me for rice. But at least I had someone to sit with (derrota numero dos). He complained about not knowing any young musicians. It was adorably old. He also suggested that it was us second years' fault for not having anyone to sit with in the cafe because we didn't diversify our friend options last year and stuck too close together. I could accept that. But when I got up to get water, he made friends with the girl sitting across the table from us thereby proving his superior popularity (derrota numero tres). And that was just being smug.

But all these pale to what came next. Two of Prof Papa's colleagues joined our table (derrota numero cuatro- for having even more friends). And when he introduced me, he commented that I was "easy" (blows number five to infinity). An uncomfortable number of seconds went by before he clarified that my name was easy to remember. I am never eating in Kresge again.