Collegiate Irony
As I sit in Panera and eat my Black Bean soup, I happen to catch the conversation of three girls who are currently attending Cal State Fullerton.
Girl 1: “So my mom was telling me that I wasn’t learning a lesson. She told me ‘pride comes before the fall.’ And I told her that I was not being prideful, because I really am that smart. I know I’m smart.”
Later in the conversation…
Girl 1: “So I think I have a good G.P.A.. I think you get a number for each letter grade, right?”
Girl 2: “Yeah, it’s like 4 or 5 points for an A and less for other grades.”
Girl 1: “So, then, you like, add them up and that’s your G.P.A., right?”
Girl 3: “Yeah, then you, like, divide them by something.”
Girl 1: “Yeah, I think that’s right.”
And yet later…
Girl 2: “So the my teacher told us at the beginning of the semester that if you were in two points of a higher grade, he would give you the higher grade, if he feels you deserve it. And I was 2 points away from an A. And I deserve that A. So I sent him an email and asked him what his definition of ‘deserve’ was. I haven’t heard back from him.”
Girl 1: “Yeah, you do deserve that A.”
No, my sweet child, you do not deserve that A. You deserved the B that you were given. You may want it, but deserving it is a whole other barrel of ridiculousness. And as of right now, the current usage count of the word “like” is slightly lower than the national deficit.
I love listening to other peoples’ conversations. Is that wrong? Or is the wrongness directly related to how much I love picking apart their conversations?


It’s more than OK, if I wouldn’t get arrested I’d make a podcast.