Tonight, in my class, I found out that the girl with the hint of an accent who I just thought was pretentious is actually from Scotland*! She moved here three years ago but that is all the information I got because my questions went unanswered as other people talked over me with stupid questions about living in America. It took a lot to remain calm (and normal) and not jump over the desks to pull a Ghost and become this girl from the motherland, er Scotland. If my life were a movie there would have been the quick montage of me in Scotland and then the scene would spiral out of control and with a jolt I would wake up and be back in class. None of that happened though. I stayed in my seat, didn't fall asleep, and bit my tongue from being "that girl" in the class who got all weird about someone being from Scotland.