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cultural anthropology?
...written on 2003-02-01, @ 12:15 a.m.
There is a boy. So shy and observant. He's dyed his hair black, and painted his nails white. He's pierced on the chin and left eye brow. He stutters some when he speaks, but he's so captivating - and when he looks at me - it's a strange mix of emotions. Curiosity and intrigue.
He's in my anthropology class.
There is a mother/son pair. They sit apart. But she doesn't deny his presence. He on the other hand - sometimes tries to distance himself from her by talking to other students.
There is a frail African American woman. She sits in a wheelchair. She needs oxygen (I think) tank replacements, sometimes in the middle of class. There are tubes that are running into her nostrils. She is blunt, and punctuates her opinions with "fuck ups" and "assholes." She smiles at me - and asks me, "Baby girl - why you tearin' up the paper like that?"
I smile back. I tell her - I need to pay "extra" attention - I'm doing this for honors credit.
And just observing these beings makes me smile. . . I'm more hesitant to share in discussions, i'm not sure why. Eventhough I can't shut up most of the time.