I got home from school late last night, walking into the house with my new messenger bag slung diagonally from shoulder to hip. This bag rocks das Haus â€“ itâ€™s khaki-colored canvas, with five or six pockets just on the outside, Velcro straps and random buttons everywhere. And I love messenger bags, in case you didnâ€™t know. My father peered up at me from his armchair, brushing his hand across my bag as I leaned over him to give him a hug.
Daddy-o: Whatâ€™s this?
Yasmine: *shrugging* I got tired of my backpack, so I bought this instead.
Daddy-o: *winces* Couldnâ€™t you have bought something a little more professional looking?
Yasmine: I don’t need something pretty or professional. I need a bag I can kick around when I get frustrated with school.
Daddy-o: Instead of this one, you could have gotten a nice little portfolio, or a bag to hold your laptop.
Yasmine: What laptop?
Daddy-o: It looks like a mailman bag!
Yasmine: No, it doesnâ€™t!
Daddy-o: *shakes his head* Why do you always have to be so difficult? And different?
Somayyaâ€™s older brother, trying to be the voice of reason: Itâ€™s okay, thereâ€™s always one extremist in every family.
Daddy-o: Hippie! Sheâ€™s a hippie!
Yasmine: *walks away laughing*
The night before that, I helped facilitate a workshop for the universityâ€™s Student Housing division, at one of the first-year multicultural dorms. Iâ€™m starting to think I really shouldnâ€™t be unleashed on large groups of people, because I just donâ€™t know when to stop talking. But maybe thatâ€™s a good thing, and, besides, my colleagues kept assuring me that, No, I didnâ€™t ramble or go off on tangents or whatever else I shouldnâ€™t have been doing. And I appreciated the fact that the freshmen had lots of questions to direct my way.
â€˜Twas much fun. Hereâ€™s how my intro ended up going:
Yasmine: Hi, Iâ€™m Yasmine, and Iâ€™m a fifth year Human Dev â€“
*students start murmuring*
Yasmine: Thanks a lot, you guys, I really like how you did that collective gasp. Anyway, Iâ€™m majoring in Human Development and minoring in Social & Ethnic Relations. And, donâ€™t worry, I promise Iâ€™m graduating in June.
Freshman boy #1: *whispers loudly to friend* Sheâ€™s a fifth year? Dude, she must hella be a party girl!
Freshman boy #2: SHEâ€™S SO COOL!