3 little Grad students standing in a row...

This isn’t an emo blog. Neither is it deep or thoughtful. It’s just a story that I told today…a true story.

We (some people from my cohort) we eating lunch today and talking about how sensory oriented we all are. The conclusion was made that I win at being overly tactile sensitive because I wipe off my hands when I touch something I don’t like, and if I really don’t like it, I flap. The conclusion was also made that I’m the most “autistic.” You see, I made the mistake of explaining that as a child I would just sit on the floor of my room and count. Just count. Not count things, or objects, or sheep in my head. I would just sit and count. And my mom would pop her head in my room to see what I was doing, and I would proudly tell her what number I had just reached in my counting. “I just got to 5, 783 Mom!” It would get really bad if I was somewhere unfamiliar, but then I would count things. I would count bricks on the wall, rocks on the ground, and stitches on a pillow. After I had satisfactory counted my way through the room, I would let someone I trusted (normally Mom) know how many of each object were contained in that space.
I’m officially the weird one now….
Just need to learn to keep my mouth shut.
By the way, there are 17 girls in my cohort. 6 from Montevallo. 2 non-background. 1 from Alabama. 1 from Ole Miss. 2 from Auburn and 5 from AUM.
5 of those girls are married. 1 is divorced. 3 of us are engaged. 2 are in relationships and 6 are single.
There are 3 people who’s last names are Smith
2 are from other countries.
3 redheads

I can’t tell you all of their last names….