I'd Like to Order the Fish: Filet of Mignon

So it's exam time around here. Everyone looks hagged out and ready for it all to end. I'm included but I don't look too beat up. I hope not... some of these people around here looking rough.

I've got 3 more exams and a project paper due. 3 of those 4 happen next week. What a busy week to anticipate. So what do you think I'll be doing this weekend? SIGH. Holding my books tight!! I just keep telling myself... ALL MOST DONE!!!! 16 MORE DAYS!!!! (I'm jumping right now; at least in spirit).

So I have got to share this story. I was hesitant about sharing. I try to tone down my talking about people; however, if it makes me laugh, all bets are off.

So A1, her cousin (E) and E's friend went to Match. We are still killing their $5 Thursday entrees!!! Just can't beat that. Well anyway... E's friend... She was just a little off. You know how you meet someone and instantly you feel something but you just can't put your hand on it. As always I greeted the girl with a smile and a handshake, but inside I was thinking, "something is off". And something was. You ever meet those people who claim to know so much but really don't know shit. This was home girl.

Beginning... We are looking at the menu and A1 and I are explaining what items we've had before and what taste best and so on. E's friend asks me whether of not I had the filet mignon there before. I tell her no and mention that out of the two STEAK cuts available, filet mignon was at the bottom of my list. She goes on to say that she hasn't had it in five years and really enjoyed it the last time and can't wait. Ok... So food is coming to the table. She looks at her food, then to waitress and says, "I ordered filet mignon". I look up from my plate (I was already salivating and ready to attack). I think, "oh geez they gave her the wrong food". Neglecting my plate (sigh), I look to see what's on her plate... FILET MIGNON. Huh? Did I hear right? E's friend goes on to explain that she ordered fish (now pointing to my plate). NO BABY, EVERY FILET IS NOT FISH!!!! LMAO. So I try explaining this to the girl and she asks me whether or not I'm sure. I'm done!!! I've got a "filet mignon" on my plate that I am ready to enjoy. Inside I was laughing so hard... I imagine not everyone is as well versed in food as others but at her ripe age, I just figured she would know the difference between the two items. She ended up eating her cow despite her desire for fish.

Next... E's friend asks me what I do. I told her that A1 and I are in the graduate program at BUMS. "So what do you classify yourself as?" I know I've got my WTF face on now. I'm lost. What do I classify myself as? Black. American. Student. Christian. Woman. What are you asking? She instantly reads my confused face and asks whether or not I consider myself to be a freshman or a senior or what. Ummm.... I tell her we really aren't broken down into classes like that. Graduate school isn't necessarily 4 years so typical classifications don't work. This is my first and last year so if you wanna call me a freshior... go for it. HOME GIRL gives me this look and begins to dispute. Are you kidding me? She goes on with her explanation of how I should still classify myself within one of the groups. By now I'm in shock. It it really this important. I got a classification for you... DONE.

I kept my mouth pretty much closed for the rest of the evening and observed. She was pretty quiet for a while. She was killing that cow like it was her last supper. I won't talk about that. LOL. After inhaling her food and some of E's she went on to talk about affirmative action. Well at least that's what she said she was talking about. In reality... I have no idea. She had me so confused listening to her and she was so confident with every wrong statement that came from her mouth. How nice!!! Always have confidence girl.... I should have done like A1 and just turned my ears off. I looked over to A1. She had her glazed look on and the "NOT HOME" sign posted up. I was just dying inside. What a night?!?!

A1 and I departed from E and her friend and cracked up!!! We couldn't even keep track of all the things that needed to be laughed at concerning the evening. I felt like I had stepped off a movie tapping. All of it was a part of a script. It had to be. Like A1 ones says all the time... "the more I live... the more I see".