Did you know that it is possible to have a bad reaction to cilantro? I didn't. I knew it was a taste you either loved or hated, and for years I have avoided the stuff. I don't like the smell, and I can't get past the taste. I don't think I've eaten anything, past a bite or two, that had cilantro in it.
Until last night. I was hungry, I was tired and I was at work with limited choices. I chose one of the healthier sandwiches our cafe offers and took a big bite, only to recoil. It tasted like cilantro, although it was only supposed to be spinach. I ate the whole thing, though, because surely cilantro was healthy, even if it tasted like diapers. Plus I had paid for the sandwich; might as well eat it.
Pretty much immediately following my break, though, I felt nauseous. I could still taste the cilantro. As the night wore on the feeling got worse until I felt like a walking throw-up time bomb. I managed to hold everything together, though, and got home without making a scene.
Did you know I'm odd? ("My daughter? Odd? What gave you an idea like that!?" from Beauty and the Beast). Statistically, apparently, students who sit in the back of the classroom get lower grades than those who sit in the front. I like to sit in the back and my grades have never suffered. This semester I have a teacher who likes us all to be up close and personal, though, so I'm having to sit farther forward than I usually do. It's very stressful. I explained that to Damm and he said I was totally weird. The whole conversation came about because I was wondering why engineering students and professors, male and female, look so frumpy. I don't think they should look like fashion models, and it's totally their own business what they wear, but it looks like no one ever taught them how to make good choices when it comes to clothing. I think Damm took umbrage at this point because he relates to the frumpy engineering students. Being a nerd, though, shouldn't preclude wearing semi-decent clothing. I'm a nerd and I dress somewhat fashionably. It has already been established, though, that I am weird.
I blame it all on my mom:)