Here's A FRIGGIN LIFE LESSON.

Until today, the posse and I were on housing probation.

'Why' you ask in horror, your image of us as perfect law-abiding, dutiful citizens shattering? It's simple: we have lives. Anyone living in the honors dorm here on campus has to attend a certain number of housing-organized programs, don't ask me why. You'd think, as honors students, that they'd rather us stay secluded in our dorm rooms studying than going out on pointless excursions when we could be doing homework (or more importantly, playing video games.)

Anyway, there haven't exactly been a whole lot of them, and there are less still that fit nicely into our schedules. So of course we haven't gone to enough - and rather than just let it slide like our old RHC would've, the new one busted us and we were informed that we had to go to at least two before November 13th or... well, or else, I guess, but it was implied we'd get kicked out.

Fear not, we've made it to two and we're good. One of them was a monthly Honors Pizza Supper, which they hold downstairs in the lobby. Since we were only going to be gone for a half hour at most, Anne and I didn't bring our keys. Of course, we failed to notice that Emily DID, since she had to go to a Genetics study group thingy, and she locked the door... so Anne and I realized after the supper was over that we couldn't get back in to the room.

Oops.

Here we were, no jackets, no keys, no wallets, no nothing - well, we did have cell phones. So I texted Emily - no response. Then I called her - and got ignored. So of course we traipsed on over to the library (hoping that was where her study group was) to demand her key. Luckily, we actually did find her, with the rest of her Genetics group.

After we'd explained the situation, she gave us our key, but not before one of her groupmates lectured us. I don't know her name, so we'll just call her Miss Holier-Than-Thou.

Holier-Than-Thou: How old are you guys?
Anne: Twenty.
Me: Nineteen.
Holier-Than-Thou: Oh, right. I'm twenty-one.

(Like that's a big difference from nineteen/twenty?)

Holier-Than-Thou: Here's a little life lesson: don't ever forget your keys, because the one time you DO forget them, you KNOW you'll get locked out.

Here's a little secret: I don't take well to being lectured by people I don't know. Especially people that think they're smarter than me - because I'm pretty damn smart, if I do say so myself. Add that to the fact that I was already irritated from having to march down to the library (irritated at myself, not Emily) and you have a SUPREMELY PISSED OFF JOELLE.

Here's how the trip back to the dorm went:

Me: 'Oh, here's a little life lesson, because I'm a year older and obviously SO MUCH MORE WORLDY, bring your keys! Because you're clearly an incompetent underclassman, blah blah friggin blah!'
Anne: Heh.
Me: WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS? SHE DOESN'T EVEN FRIGGIN KNOW ME! -roundhouse kicks air-
Anne: -stares-
Me: That was her head, rolling across the ground. ...Really. She'd be dead.

Hey, Miss Holier-Than-Thou. Here's a life lesson. TWENTY-ONE DOESN'T MAKE YOU WISE AND WORLDLY. And I guarantee you my IQ's higher.

Bitch.