MAJOR assumptions

there's a couple things that i ALWAYS hear when people find out that i'm a special ed major.  always.

"wow.  special ed?  that's soooo cool.  you're like, the nicest person ever.  it takes a really, really special kind of person to do that.  you're just so awesome and nice."

um.. so.. what the crap am i supposed to say to that anyways?

"um, no.  you're wrong.  do you even know me?  i'm such a jerk.  a dirtbag.  take 10 minutes and you'll change your mind, believe me."

whatever.. its an assumption that i appreciate so i guess i can't complain.

the second assumption usually comes from other dudes who are usually in something like business or engineering or one of those huge majors that's like.. all dudes.

"woah! DUDE!  Education!?  that's like, all girls, right?  you're gonna get married sooo fast, bro!"

ha. ha. hahaha.

now, if my major was as big as business or engineering, AND it was all women, that would be pretty cool i guess.  i could, you know, hit on some girl in class, go on a date or two, watch things go horribly wrong, and then we could avoid each other and sit on opposite sides of our huge class the rest of the semester and then never have to deal with each other again. 

but, uh, my major is a little bit smaller than that... true, i'm one of, uh, two guys.  we share all our classes with 20 women.  THE SAME 20 WOMEN.  EVERY. DANG. CLASS.  ALL DAY.

half of them are married/engaged anyways (probably to guys in the engineering/business majors).  either way, when you see someone that dang often.. you gotta be careful.  i mean, if word got out that things went horribly wrong between me and a young lady in all my classes.. i could have 20 enemies very, very quickly.  death glares.  all day.  every day.

of course it aint really like that.  i haven't made any enemies yet.  we're pretty much all BFFs.  sort of.  in fact, sometimes i really think that my sisters in my classes.. kind of forget that i'm not a woman.  they just get to talking about some stuff and i'm like..

'uhhh... i'm a guy... please stop...'
'ok... so its the 26th? i'll try to remember that next month..'
'90 days?  how did you survive that?'

sometimes i need to remind myself of my manhood.

"does anyone have a pen?"

i open my backpack, grab a pen, throw it across the table

"anyone have whiteout?"

open my backpack, grab the whiteout, throw it across he table.

"anyone have a tampon?"

open my backpack, look around...





 






wait a second.  got me there!  don't have one of those!

i'm the one on the right, people.  THE RIGHT

well.. despite all the giggling, gossiping, talking about the bachelor, engagement stories, cheesy 'aaaaawwwwwws,' hair comments, "just kiddings," and other girly nonsense... my major is full of great people who are nice to everyone they know and put up with all my sarcasm.

and that really does take a very good kind of person to do