  I rule, part two. Just wrapped up the Health Fair held in the Field House on campus. A good time was had by all, due in no small part to the dozen massage therapists on hand (haha, get it?
) to rub us down. And well, it was a kick in the pants for me to flag down dumb frat boys with free condoms. And take some lube. Chicks love it Really? Tight While others walked by without making eye contact, afraid their sexuality may be mistaken by someone if they take condoms from three homos. So that caps off my week of performance. Well, no. Im representing my school at the conference at UCSD this weekend too, so my time being on is not quite over. At least I dont have Rallins class to break my heart any more. My whole lgbt group is pissed at him, by the way.
No one can believe how childish he behaved. I reckon Im better off without it. Im doing enough positive gay things right now to where that explosion of defeat isnt ruining my sense of self. I mentioned that Rallin talked about me in another class of his; the subject being centered on what to do with in-class difficulties as a teacher.
I have two friends in it, so I got the low-down on what he said. Matt was shocked to hear this morning that it was me he was struggling to know what to do about. He asked the class, totally unsure. And then he failed so miserably in trying to deal with things properly? !! Matt: Oh! It was you!! So thats why he reacted the way he did when I told him I have a friend in his queer film class!
Hes like, Oh yeah, who? and I said, Charlotte! And he just looked at me without a reaction and turned around until his back was to me all slow and dramatically without saying anything. I told Matt he should raise his hand in class and ask, So, howd it go with that student in your 336 class? How'd you handle it? As if he didnt just sacrifice a letter grade my admitting he knows me. Thatd way piss him off.
"She dropped the class because you yelled at her, didn't she? " All weekend after the screaming at Starbucks with Aneil, I had sexual assault nightmares. Being gang raped by guys who were burying dead women in their backyard. Then being grabbed by some yuppy suburbanite Dad who got a finger in under my skirt from behind me (who my dad ceremoniously punched in the mouth when I ran to him for help). Its funny; I keep thinking of my dad and how cool it would be if I could even tell him what happened to me with Aneil.
Hed be cleaning his gun in his mind; a real validation opportunity to get angry with the master. I know hed be as pissed as me, and we could yell together. A real family moment. Except Dad would say its cause hes a fag and all a result of your liberal education. I cant believe I didnt smoke through all of this week. Bravo, little one. Time to shop or something. An excuse to get out in the rain. Since Bryans plans with me fell through in favour of spending time with another one of his young female chums.
Kind of irked, but its not worth worrying about. 
