Confessions of a Guinea Pig...I'm Done Being the Guinea Pig

      I've accepted the fact that I'm genetically, and as a consequence, forever short and petite. I've accepted the fact that I'm naturally blond, and I continue to daily fight the societal stereotype that says the ultimate determinant of my intelligence is my hair color. However, I do not understand how either of these unchangeable facts doom me to a life (or eternity) or being the guinea pig to every new and/or worst situation that sweeps by wherever I happen to be. Am I just that unlucky?

     I decided to enroll in the online section of a class last semester and the first words out of the teacher's mouth at orientation are, "So, this is the first time we've ever done an online section of this class." Great...I got out of there with my dignity and a B+.

     After making the decision to take a semester off, quit my job and go to Australia, in preparation for my arrival the third-youngest decides to clear out, bunk with the second-oldest and grant me the...um...pleasure of rooming with the second-youngest...Thanks. I see why you ran out of there so quickly. 

     I never thought I'd miss having college roommates, but I think I'm beginning to see why I was able to score a private room for next semester. I'm going to need some time to recoup to regain the mental stability and stamina I'll need to share a room with any human being from ANYWHERE on the face of this planet!

     Is there some unwritten rule that the eldest always gets the shortest (no pun intended...ha) straw of the pick? And why does it bother me that they have no motivation to get up their butt up and ready to get to school on time? Is it because I've been trying to fall asleep to the glow of their ipod? Their snoring?? Probably a combination...but, hear me Universe when I say, "I'm done being the guinea pig! Pick on someone else to make a joke of."

     I feel like my head is swimming with so much stuff I can't figure out how to unwind! Oh Utah, how I miss you! Your mountains tops, your hot summers (that are actually hot), and all the familiar faces therein (I miss you all SO much!) I'll be home soon.

Jess