Sometimes I do Nicole’s homework. Not, like, filling out her papers to hand in, but I’ll steal from the assignments and do them on my own. The criminal justice curriculum has a lot of fluff about morality applied to law, viewpoint, self-perception blah blah blah. She leaves her shit all over the back room and I am not one of those people who can see a notebook lying on the table and leave it closed. Cause I know notebooks. They are for secret secrets!
She just got asked by a professor to write about something very dear to her, and the class is not allowed to answer “family” or “friends”. What a whopper card, right? Family and friends – isn’t that everyone’s first answer? Someone else, be it God or Toothless Tom? This can’t be that easy.
What’s important to me? I can’t give an immediate answer that feels right. Do I care about who I am or…something that makes me alive? Do I answer “music”, though it works like a drug, making me sound like an addict? Would it be wise to tell the professor that it’s important to me, to be hooked on things?
And what kind of a tricky question is this? Why do you want to know what I’m about? What is there, to me? Do people’s answers categorize them in some way?
Enjoying life, as selfish as it sounds, is pretty important to me. Does that answer make me a bad person?
Animal rights are biggies, for me. Dogs and cats, especially, because of how we’ve taken them from the wild, made them love us unconditionally only to repay the majority of them with pain and famine. It isn’t a happy truth but I hold it close. I wish every animal abuser saw a cold jail cell. What is the root of that – justice?
Ooh, I wonder if they’re supposed to answer “justice” cause that’s their major!
Haha, I solved it!
Nicole might claim her Golden Girls boxset. I better warn her.