Let’s face it: in a small town where everyone knows everyone, if you show your face in public at all (aka if you’re not a complete basement-dweller), you’re bound to gain a reputation of some sort.
Among my friends, I’m known as the jack of all trades (with the exception of my neighbor, who calls me the “bad Asian”). The question they like asking most is, “Is there anything you don’t do?”
Sadly, there’s plenty. :[ They call it talent…and I call it having way too many interests. Not that I mind, because it adds to the variety in my life and keeps things interesting…but it does make me continually wish that I had more hours in a day, because I’d love to be good at everything. :]!
At school/in this town, my reputation is as follows:
- Hula girl
- Girl who lifts hella heavy stuff at the gym
- Resident food receptacle
Monika: “You’re the hula girl who goes hard at the gym and eats everything.”
Yep, pretty much.
Well, they’re definitely not wrong about the eating part…
That is not unlike what I was known for at Davis. :D Except at Davis, I was also the music librarian and the resident [and/or emergency] accompanist.
Some things don’t change. :] I can definitely live with that. :D
