Fuckers.

In class, this week, our teacher made a comment about how he didn’t realize that there were so many people signed up for his course until they all showed up for the midterm. People laughed, but I didn’t really think that it was all that funny. I’d give my little toe (two of them if I got financial aid!) to get into Fletcher and these people are enrolled students and can’t even bother to show up for a 9:40am class? Where is the justice in that?

I suppose that it’s a bitter little life lesson that there are always going to be people who are going to have the things that we want and that they are not going to appreciate them.

I imagine that you could take that and get depressed. Or you could take it and own up to the fact that you have things that other people want, desperately, and that maybe, just maybe, you take those things for granted. And by “you,” of course, I mean “me.”

Things like, say, a loving and supportive boyfriend who treats me like a queen. Or a princess. Some sort of royalty. There are people out there who would give their little toes, nay, their big toes to have any sort of boyfriend (or girlfriend!). And I hit the relationship jackpot. He’s making dinner as I type this. He does the laundry. And he’s damn cute, too.

I also have a job that I (mostly) love, that pays pretty well and keeps me rolling in health insurance.

I have a family that, despite the fact that it is comprised mainly of crazy people (and I count myself among the insane), couldn’t be more loving or supportive.

This whole loving and supportive thing looks to be a recurring theme. I have a lot of love and support in my life. I really am lucky. Maybe I need to learn to be more grateful.

As for the people who can’t be bothered to come to class? I’m guessing that they probably didn’t do all that well on our midterm.