Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Mi Enamigo

Last week was the first week of classes. I was bright eyed, excited and optimistic. I looked at all the other students around me, and through my rosed color glasses, I saw an army of my peers, engaged in a righteous battle against ignorance. I elevated them, along with myself, to defenders of truth, seekers of knowledge, pure and altruistic beings.

Then, on thursday my idealistic view of them was shattered into a million tiny, sharp little pieces that have since struck my heart and left it aching, filled with rancor.

In my Spanish class there is one particular student. On the aforementioned day the sun went down on my hopes and dreams (Thursday) I noticed that he wasn't taking any notes. About 20 minutes into the lecture, he reluctantly opened up his slim looking backpack and pulled out a yellow legal pad with the intention of taking notes. For a minute he looked around in the small pouch on the front of his bag, but finding no writing utensil he slumped back in his chair. About 5 minutes later he leaned over to me and asked to borrow a pen.

As the gracious fellow student that I am, and with my newfound hope in humanity I reached down, withdrew a brand new pen from my bag and handed it over.

I sat there for the next 10 minutes smiliing internally at my little act of service.

Then, I glanced back over at the recipient of my good will, and what do I see, but his gnarly little incisors gnawing on the end of my pen.

Immediatley I was totally repulsed, and enthralled. For the last 10 minutes of class I spent my time wondering what this kid would do.

Would he suddenly realize that he was chewing on my pen and look embarrased? Would he offer it back to me after he'd demolished it with his sharp, and poorly brushed canines?

As the clock ticked on I became engrossed by the situation.

Finally, the lecture ended. He tossed his offensively yellow pad of paper into his backpack and stormed out of class.

For a second I sat dumbfounded in my chair.

I honestly couldn't believe that anyone would do that. He didn't even make a comment about the pen. I guess he thought that "borrow" meant the same thing as "keep and desicrate."

So now he has been dubbed my "enamigo" and will remain thus appelled until such time that the pen incident has been resolved.

10 comments:

The Unprocessed Project said...

Ugggg, that is so annoying. It would be so hard not to say anything! What a jerk.

Anonymous said...

Did you really want it back?

UGG is right!

Katie said...

No, I didn't want it back, but there should have been an apology made.

k said...

He is a boy. Boys often do rude things!

Are you taking Spanish for a specific reason or just trying to stay well-rounded?

Anonymous said...

Down with the Enamigo!

Dan said...

That's disgusting. It's for reasons such as this that I try not to associate with fellow human beings.

Cheers to school, and good luck with it. This is going to be my first September since...1985 that I won't have any edumacation. I feel dumber already.

wegrit said...

I suggest a kick in the shins. This is an amazingly good solution to lots of problems (at least it is in my head. I've never actually tried it on any real people.) I hope grad school gets better for you and that your faith in humanity is restored.

Anonymous said...

oh digusting. EW. EW. Definitely borrow a pen from him next class and wipe the backside of your pants (pretend you have an URGENT ITCH). :)

Stephanie said...

Hey your blog is pretty cool! The whole enamigo thing is funny, I have to say I'm a total pen thief, not intentionally, but yeah I know I ran off with a few pens in college... I have to consciously make myself not walk off with pens I borrow.

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