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suspectclass) wrote2002-05-09 06:59 pm
suspectclass) wrote2002-05-09 06:59 pm
Done IS Good
I just took my final. I can already feel the muscles in my back uncleanching. I feel like I was pretty right on with what I thought I knew. It was an identification test, 22 out of 27. I definitely did a few where I wasn't sure if I got it right. In fact, there's Tizac, which was the lava bed that the Aztecs (briefly) settled into, and Tizoc, their first leader. Guess who mixed them up? That's right. But hey, at least I knew what one of them was! At no point during the test did I find myself pulling stuff out of my ass. It was definitely laborious, and I did take nearly the full hour and twenty minutes. But I did good. And my professor likes me. And hey, maybe it was A work, but I already have a B, and I'm pretty sure it's not going to damage my grade any.
On the way to the exam there were huge numbers of frustrating things, but it was made all better by my bus ride. There was a woman a few rows ahead of me that I kept checking out. Very hot, very butch, but with fingernails. I know, I know, but it totally threw me, especially because she was pulling the whole "I'm gonna look at you and pretend I'm looking through you" thing. I mean, so was I. So the whole ride we pull this shit. Her twisting in her seat like she's stretching, me pretending to watch out the window...yeah. Til we get to her stop, and she goes out the front, then walks around to the back of the bus, stretching up to look through the windows at me the entire time. When I looked at her and grinned, she took off her sunglasses and turned almost all the way around to give me this big gorgeous grin through the back door. Some days the racial tension in Hyde Park and on the bus really gets to me. Feeling specifically ignored, and realizing that I'm probably perpetuating it every day. But really, there's something about getting checked out on the bus (and checking out) after a day of feeling like a big queer sore thumb, and feeling like maybe eventually we'll sort this all out. It also, though, reminded me that by far most of the dykes I know are white, and really, that's sad. Hrm...okay. This is getting really serious. Not that that's bad, but there's a southbound bus and dinner at home calling my name. Not to mention resume revision. Right.
On the way to the exam there were huge numbers of frustrating things, but it was made all better by my bus ride. There was a woman a few rows ahead of me that I kept checking out. Very hot, very butch, but with fingernails. I know, I know, but it totally threw me, especially because she was pulling the whole "I'm gonna look at you and pretend I'm looking through you" thing. I mean, so was I. So the whole ride we pull this shit. Her twisting in her seat like she's stretching, me pretending to watch out the window...yeah. Til we get to her stop, and she goes out the front, then walks around to the back of the bus, stretching up to look through the windows at me the entire time. When I looked at her and grinned, she took off her sunglasses and turned almost all the way around to give me this big gorgeous grin through the back door. Some days the racial tension in Hyde Park and on the bus really gets to me. Feeling specifically ignored, and realizing that I'm probably perpetuating it every day. But really, there's something about getting checked out on the bus (and checking out) after a day of feeling like a big queer sore thumb, and feeling like maybe eventually we'll sort this all out. It also, though, reminded me that by far most of the dykes I know are white, and really, that's sad. Hrm...okay. This is getting really serious. Not that that's bad, but there's a southbound bus and dinner at home calling my name. Not to mention resume revision. Right.