Comfortable With Conformity

February 22, 2001

Some people in my class came up to me and said, "Are you guys the twins who wrote that letter to the class?" My sister and I couldn't look more different (that doesn't sound grammatically correct) if we TRIED, but I guess it's the glasses and dark hair. Anyway, some people were really happy that we chose to take on this crusade, along with another outspoken girl who's planning to take this to the local new stations right along with me. What bothers me is that so many people in class don't give a shit. They were very vocal about their grades, and held mini-meetings outside the classroom after class ended, grumbling about the unfairness of it all, but they're not doing anything about it. In fact, most of them e-mailed me saying, "Don't worry so much about it. She's [Prof.H] giving us extra credit, so it's ok."

Uh, no. It's not ok. That's exactly the kind of apathy that our generation is known for. But whatever. I'm not going to attempt to change the attitude of bored college kids, content with doing extra credit work to make up for the lost points of the infamous exam. Fuck them.

My life is so predictable and blahhhhh. I am so fucking routine, that leaving the house for long periods of time throws me off-balance. I usually wake up at 10 am, eat two pieces of toast with fat-free cream cheese, go on line for a while, put on exercise clothes, workout for an hour, take a shower, dry my hair, eat lunch, and go about what I have to do in my day. Boring. I need to be on the news.

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