A Monday to you all, neither happy nor sad. No super exciting stories from the weekend. So another story from the days of yore. And today it is a story from college.
On top of all the computer and accounting classes we had to take, we also had to take a few “personal development” classes, which were some of my favourite. They were really about nothing, it just gave us a chance to talk and make stupid projects out of papier-mâché, or plan fictional holidays. Truly it was a waste of time and money, but funny nonetheless.
In one of my classes we had to give a speech about our greatest achievement. Having not achieved much at that point in my life, I just made up a really heart warming story. (Everyone loved it; I got an A, who cares if it was fictional.)
There were maybe 15 people in the class and a lot of them were single moms who said their kids were their greatest achievement. One girl said her CD collection was the greatest and someone else told a lame story about her cat. (Do you see why I did win, even with a made up story?) Anyways, I was beginning to think that these stories couldn’t get any worse, when ‘The Twins’ got up to give their speech.
Now, these girls were a couple of years older than me, so maybe 20 at the time and really were identical twins. And at the time they were still wearing the same clothes (Usually sweatshirts with cats on them.) They never smiled or really talked to anyone but themselves. Needless to say, they were incredibly creepy. People and teachers would try to talk to them and they would literally run away. (I don’t know how they ever thought they would get a job.)
So when they were forced to give this five minute speech, the whole class was excited to hear what they would talk about, and to just hear their voice.
The older one got up first, and in the most monotone voice I have ever heard, explained that her greatest achievement was that she never missed a day of school from Elementary to High School. And she missed one class in High School so that she could go to her grandfather’s funeral, and that she only went because her mom made her. (Weird, yes? Just wait.)
The rest of us in the class just stared at each other and held our breath as the next twin got up to give her speech. And this twin proceeded to give the exact same speech. Same words, same inflection, same monotone voice. Everyone sat there in shock. I don’t think the teacher even knew what to do.
The teacher approached them after class, and asked that they redo their speeches. They could talk about anything they wanted in the new speech, but they had to be different. And ‘The Twins ‘started crying, so I don’t think our teacher pressed it anymore.
When it came time to make personal webpages, they made the exact same webpage. And when the teacher confronted them about making them different, they cried again and then when we presented to our webpages to the class, they had the same webpage, one had a white background and the other had a black background. Creepy.
Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to them; they never did come back for the second year. Are they working somewhere, are they married, have they stopped wearing the same clothes?
College was a really funny time, and I did enjoy the time I was there. But I did meet some pretty…no really creepy people. Maybe next time I will tell you the story of the witch. Aren’t you excited?
Thanks for the weekend, whatever it was. Whatever you are. Whatever.
Where is the moment we needed the most?
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