I was walking through the library, when I heard someone say, “Hey Emily, how long is your essay?”
I looked at the guy talking to me. I didn’t know him. I didn’t know what essay he was talking about.
Me: Um, what essay?
Guy: The essay for American Lit
(Oh, so he’s in that class. Maybe I vaguely remember him.)
Me: I think mine is about 1000 words.
Guy: Oh man. Mine is over 1200. I hope that’s okay.
Me: I’m sure it will be fine.
(I start to leave)
Guy: I really liked that presentation you gave in class on Tuesday. I mean Monday.
(I gave a presentation in class about my brother Steven, his adoption story and what it’s like for him to be both Kenyan and American.)
Me: Oh, thank you.
Guy: Yeah, it really surprised me. I didn’t realize your dad was a pastor.
Guy: So you’re like, uh, Amish?
Guy: Okay, cool. I have some contact with that culture. I knew a guy, his mom was Mennonite, and she was like cooking all the time.
Me: Yeah well, that’s one Mennonite aspect I don’t really have. But it’s okay, I figure I’ll just marry a guy who loves to cook.
Guy: Yeah, I love to cook.