People. Seriously.

In my journalism class, we had to interview each other-teacher picked the groups.
Well, I got landed with this one senior who I had never talked to before today... It was...interesting... I'm not sure that word can accurately describe the way this interview went.

Anyway, we had a list of questions to ask each other. When I went to write down who I was interviewing, I asked him what his name was... And he said this, "Hello, I'm ____, and I'm an alcoholic." I was writing already, but I managed to not get a look on my face when he said this and just sort of nodded and said, "Uh... okay." because, seriously, I had no idea how to take that. His tone was serious, but at the same time not, and he had no reaction to my reaction so....yeah.

Moving on. We started to ask questions, and he told me that his favorite childhood memory was being locked in a trunk by his brother when he was nine. Um... No reaction to that on my part, either-I just wrote it down. Next question was what hobbies you did... He said, "I don't have any..." I start to write that down, and he says, "Unless you count socking people." Once again-hid my expression pretty well.

Favorite Exercise? "Bop-it." I said, "That's...fun." And he wrote that down as my answer, too. Favorite food? "Well, what I like to eat isn't exactly food, but I do enjoy coconut flavors. Not the food-the flavor!" Uh...k. "Hardcore gangsta rap" was his favorite type of music. Favorite author? "I can't read." Me, *blink.* "Yeah, that's why I'm letting you ask all the questions." Me, "Um...okay." One thing you'd change about yourself? "Well, I'd really like to be a woman." *blink* "Oh, you know, not forever. Just for a day." By this time, I knew well enough to NOT ask the secret desire question, or the my mother always told me... one. If you could have dinner with anyone in history? "Hitler." Me, "Seriously?" "YEAH!" "Um..."

Can't read, huh? He started asking the questions, then, because I'd sort of backed off of asking them, by now. He asked me most of them, and I didn't dare return the questions.

Then we were done, and he said, "You're in Spanish, aren't you?" Me, "Yeah." Him, "I saw you walking to class all last year." Me, "Congratulations." him, "And I see you walking to classes sometimes, now." Thank god for the bell.