Moving up the grades...

Earlier this week I was hating on freshmen.

Then I felt bad about it, because the ones I actually know are pretty nice (although still prepubescent self-absorbed wannabe hot shit).

Today, I'm telling a story about a sophomore.

Or rather, as I tend to do, relating a real conversation. Said sophomore will be referred to as "MD".

MD: Hey Clara! *awkwardly puts arm around me, as I was in the middle of a conversation with Sam*

Me: Um hey...

MD: What's up?

Me: MD, how many conversations have we had?

MD: Well we've had numerous encounters... and maybe one conversation? I think this is our second conversation.

Me: I suppose this qualifies.

MD: So clara, I was wondering... After two whole conversations, do you think we're at the stage in our relationship where we can start having causal sex?

Me: ... um... not quite.

MAD AWK.

But the kid is funny.

I have this problem where I find things funny when I should be finding them terribly offensive. Darn.

The best part of this whole exchange though was that after he walked away, Sam, whom I had been talking to, says, 

"Clara, I've had hundreds of conversations with you at this point"

Too funny.

Love always,
Clara