A Christmas Party.

What a bizarre weird day.

Today my job had a Christmas party. For weeks they have been leaving notes on the board in the office to remind us of the upcoming party. After seeing, briefly, the awkward disaster of a Halloween party that was thrown I was hoping to avoid going to this one too.

I mean I don't get the point of office parties. For the most part I rarely talk to the people I work with, and when I do it isn't about anything really good. The people at my job are pretty weird. "Dude who smells" still has a pretty bad odor, and it doesn't help working closely with him. Short Dude asks me the same questions over and over again, and everyone else either falls into a "too weird to talk to" or "doesn't work same shift to talk with" category. I am content with doing my job, then going back to my dorm.

So the concept of having a party at a job you don't really like(not because it's terribly hard but just because working in general sucks) with people who you don't particularly talk to is beside me. Is that really a party? Cause it sounds like a bad get together for me.

Despite all the notes on the board and yadda, I still pretended like "What Party?". We were suppose to bring money last week so they could go buy take out, but I didn't fork over my $7 bucks because I wasn't planning on going. If anything the party would be held after I left and I could avoid the whole situation. (Yeah I know great way to work on my social anxiety).

But at 11:00 a girl who I work with comes down to tell me the party has started and to join them upstairs.

CRAP.

Of course the party was very...Well there was only about 6 of us. 4 of whom had brought there money to eat. As soon as I walked into the office though a girl I never really talked to before said that I smelled nice. And I did, because I was using my new Cucumber Melon lotion. From there we spent the next two hours talking. YES...Two hours.

She(because I don't remember her name) is from China and a Graduate student at our college. We talked about China a lot, not that I have been to China and could talk much about my experience there, but always being one for learning about new cultures I prodded her to talk about China.

What I learned:

Students go to school from 7am-12pm, then a two hour break, then 2pm-5:30pm

There are no such things as the SAT, but instead one big exam that decides whether you can go to college or not

High School is hell

College is Freedom

And there aren't any Pep Rallies

And much more....

Our conversation was pretty much school oriented. Maybe I exude "she likes talking about grades" because for two hours that is what we talked about. I was really interested in the whole high school aspect of her life. While her high school sounded like a mind numbing, academic and competitive driven pressure dome...My high school was a lot different. More stress free. And I can even appreciate the pep rallies that I skipped.

Like most things life is full of rites of passage, experiences that we all share even through different eyes. We all have experienced high school and all the drama that went along with it. We were either jocks, nerds, drama kids, or teacher pets and probably all hated highschool while we were in it.

I ate in the library with friends, took my Ap classes, was the brainy girl who was always reading a book, and I worked in the library(go figure). Oh sure high school was hell, teens are weird beings, but listening to her talk about her high school...I was a little more appreciative, even of the my experiences there.

I of course now have no idea what this two hour talk fest means. Does this mean we are now Job Buddies? Am I suppose to talk to her when I see her at work now? Maybe this was just a one day thing, we were in the wrong place at the right time and bonded over our awkwardness.

Unfortunately today was my second to last day before break, and I won't be able to talk to my new "potential" friend until I come back to school in January and by then...who knows.

Anyway.

Yesterday was my last English class. She had planned our last week to be the easiest part of the class. On the last day we had to turn in out course projects, and those who wanted to present theirs could. I of course was not going to present my story and soundtrack. But I was interested to see what everyone else had done. Music guy( guys whose music I listen to in my room because of Itunes sharing server.YEAH!!) did a mix Cd for Anna karenina, I heard it earlier in the week through Itunes. It was really good and I was instantly jealous that his selection was better than mine. He didn't present his either because he is pretty shy like that. Girl next to me did a "How to lose a guy in 10 days" Madame Bovary style article, pretty good. Girl from Detroit did a Flavor of Love: realism style edition, and one girl played a Emo song.

But the funniest song,written and performed by my classmate, was the funniest thing I have ever seen. He never really said much in class academically, but would say funny things about how much he didn't like the characters in the novels we had read. He especially disliked Pamela, who if you haven't read is a story about a young maid whose boss wants to sleep with. He rummages her bosom in the story, along with watching her undress from a closet. Her story is told through letters she writes to her family. The letters are boring and long, and absurd but funny because of how wishy washy Pamela is. After basically turning him away several times she falls in love with him. And bosom rummaging abound they get married, we didn't have to read past that point.

So yesterday he announces he is going to sing a song written by Pamela to Mr. B(the bosom rummager.) He first starts off telling us he isn't a great singer, but a good guitar player which should make up for it. And then he starts...You had to be there. It was the funniest song I have heard. The chorus going something like "Dear Mr. B, Stay away from me, I don't want you to rummage...My Bosom", but he had such difficulty saying bosom, that it squeaked out from his voice.

The ending went of for a good minute with "I am Pamela, I am Pamela, Hi I'm Pamela, Pamela is Me..." before he admitted through guitar strum that he had difficulty finding what line to write there.

It was so funny. It should be on the radio or something. If I was friends with him I would ask him to play it over and over again. It was amazing. But of course the theatrical girl couldn't be overshadowed by him, and she went on to sing her own, less funny song. She stood up there belting out this altered rendition of "American Pie" with her own lyrics. It was kind of embarrassing as she did the whole Christina Aguilera hand movements without the amazing voice.

We laughed alright, but not at how funny her lyrics were. Once she tried to hit the Whitney Houston High night with the extra "Oooooooo" at the end, i had seen enough and unsuccessfully tries to muffle a laugh".

I will miss that class. It was hella cool.

Now I have to study for my 5 EXAMS next week. Not feeling the pressure really, but I know I have to buckle down and get to work soon. Tomorrow I am studying with Mike at his house. He's put me in such a bad mood this week though that I don't even feel like wasting my time with him tomorrow.

Hopefully it won't be as disastrous as I imagine it to be.

OH...and my therapist just called me, apologizing for Wednesday. Even though I hate to admit it, I was uber happy that she called and reassured me that she still wants to squeeze me in her schedule if anyone cancels. If not she is looking foward to seeing me next year.

Back to Math.