Last Choice
- by Pixel
I’m in a class of 21 students right now. We’re dividing into debate teams (of three). Somehow, there are seven complete groups without me. I can’t understand how, in an evenly divisible class, I still ended up being the odd one out. AND I’m GOOD at the damn subject! This is driving me nuts. This isn’t like choosing baseball teams. I can actually HELP people with this.
Oy Vey! The world hates me.
Update: In retelling this story, it is okay if I say “24” instead of “21” because I happen to remember Kiefer Sutherland instead of Sean Penn. It is also okay if I say “basketball” instead of “baseball,” because I couldn’t think of the friggin’ sport’s name. The truth is I’m much better at basketball than I am at baseball and there were 21 students. My bad.
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I’m in a class of 21 students right now. We’re dividing into debate teams (of three). Somehow, there are seven complete groups without me. I can’t understand how, in an evenly divisible class, I still ended up being the odd one out. AND I’m GOOD at the damn subject! This is driving me nuts. This…