| prep school bitch. |
[15 May 2008|06:54pm] |
At the risk of sounding stupid/worldly/etc., I'm just going to say that I acknowledge that people change to adapt to their surroundings. It's our basic survival instinct to alter ourselves in a new environment, but there are those who change for the better and those who don't.
I'm talking about prep school bitches, people. Prep school bitches. You know the kind. Stalking the famed halls of Andover, Exeter, Choate, Hotchkiss... kids whose parents are either filthy rich (not denying my own family's relative affluence) or who are geniuses and are accepted into aforementioned prep schools because of the copious amount of brain cells they possess, just waiting to be exploited. It makes ISB sound like a public high school in Bronx, but maybe I'm doing this purposely. Because seriously -- if SJ is to be any judge for what kind of people these New England prep schools churn out, then I can safely say that the students at ISB are a hundredfold more 'real' than the robots that are being mass-produced at Andover, Exeter, and other such prestigious and coveted private schools in the US of A.
The following things I'm about to say aren't out of spite or jealousy. I'm totally over the fact that SJ has managed to garner herself a boyfriend. Now I actually pity the guy, unless, of course -- which is more than likely -- he is carved from the same prototype as SJ herself. What I'm trying to say is, SJ has morphed into a completely unrecognizable bee-otch. Literally a walking ramrod who has seemed to have lost her sense of humor. Our conversation on Facebook is evidence enough. It all started with a little friendly jibbing from me about her boyfriend. I begged her for details but she wouldn't give them, save for vital, useless stats like his height and nationality, so I replied, "SCREW YOU!" Like, you know -- how friends do when they're teasing each other.
Instead of taking the joke in good stride and laughing along, SJ instead left a cold, aloof message, in which HRH informed me that she apparently didn't appreciate my use of the word "screw." So I thought, oh, okay, maybe those prep school peeps like to use more elevated language in their everyday conversations, so I shot back a quick, playful apology and then called her boyfriend "quite a catch," followed by an innocuous winky smiley! Nothing wrong with that, right? But nooo! Sophia again replied that she didn't like the use of the word "catch," either! WTF! At this point I got just a little ticked off, but still maintained a jokey tone of voice when I teased her about being like the Christian list of banned books. Then I suggested she should call me and I said, and here I quote myself: "I'll let you figure out the time zone/difference since you're the brain..."
Is there ANYTHING wrong with that statement? Anything that suggests haughtiness or disdain or any kind of negative emotion? No, right? But SJ again took my words and twisted them around, replying in the same aloof manner I was now suspecting had become part and parcel of her personality... "OF COURSE I know how to figure out the time difference. Just admit that you can't," and, "I'm not like the Christian list of banned books ... I was simply telling you that you're using words INCORRECTLY... like WRONG."
Oh.
Really now?
So of course at this point I had to bite. I mean, this girl was ASKING for it. I sent back a sarcastic, scathing message that I hope conveyed my feelings of disgust at what a poor character SJ has become. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, this is NOT the same girl who left ISB almost two years ago.
So yah. That's all I have to say about that.
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