Graduation Countdown since last update: 21 days
April 18, 2004
Do I need to dye my hair purple? Chapel Hill folks have confused
me for many people this semester, and I don't know why that is. Obviously I
don't think I look like anyone else on this campus, and I have had this discussion
with others who would agree. Yet, maybe I have the same height, the same hair
color, the same...
I've probably made the same mistake with other people too, but this seems a
little bit much. Last week my name was India apparently. I was having a pleasant
conversation with someone for a good 5 minutes (which is a lot for passing by),
and for a large portion of that discussion, my classmate thought I was somebody
else. Last semester I was "Tyrone's girl," or whichever name it was.
Nope, can't say I remember being Tyrone's girl.
A few days ago a woman at the bookstore informed me that she hadn't seen me in a while. I think she just hasn't seen me...ever. I didn't recognize her. Is it the shades she's wearing? So I say, "Really? When was the last time you saw me?"
I don't know why I ask this. Maybe I hoped her reply would conjure
up a memory for me. Maybe I was trying to make light of it...maybe it was a
defense mechanism after being informed that my look is not particularly unique.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe earlier this
semester."
The only thing I could say to that was how nice the weather was...and bye.
I'm having a flashback right now. When I went to Kinder Care, now The Sunshine
House, all the kids kept telling me they saw me on TV...regional news commercials
in particular. They told me this so much I almost wanted to believe it was true
so I could stop denying it and they would shut up. As a matter of fact, I remember
the person they confused me with, Ronnie, and I look nothing like her. I may
have been a little kid in daycare then, but if I was on TV, I think I would
know about it. Sheesh. I was on Nick at Nite last summer, and I didn't hear
any hoot and hollerin' then. Well, maybe they don't watch shows that date as
far back as the 60s...sometimes 50s.
I think everyone has something distinct about them on the outside
that makes them unique...it's just that we aren't always too observant when
we should be.
Plus, maybe it's better that we aren't always looking at special outside distinctions.
Have you seen those plastic surgery reality shows? Yikes!
I'm more concerned about the personality on the inside, and I don't care if
anyone thinks I'm trying to be politically correct in saying so. As far as the
outside, I'm rolling out of bed, heading to class, and calling it a day. I've
got 21 more days left of being able to get away with wearing pj's to class.
Not that I do that...or do I?
LAST UPDATED: April 18, 2004