Yesterday my first assignment in my speech class was to read my "Most Virtuous Person" essay to the class. By the time my professor called my name I was feeling pretty guilty, because everyone else had chosen their mothers and grandmothers and made them out to sound like saints. For some reason I thought the assignment was asking for a person outside of family, so I wrote about a home-school guy I knew back in Alabama. I was pretty horrified of what they might think the more I thought about it, because yes, I do consider many California students to be more shallow and less accepting than in Alabama. It's my opinion, and yeah, I know I may be proven wrong one day. I hope so. All I could think is that they are going to think I'm some weirdo with the hots for a nerd that I used to know. Anyway I finally read the paper, got some laughs out of the class when I was supposed to, and actually got a compliment after class. It was from a girl who'd also moved to California from the South. I'm happy with whatever I can get.