whiteravengirl

in my anatomy lab, there are four seats to a workbench. my prof likes to assign group work, so we do labs grouped by table. today, my group consisted of: me, the normal person, the idiot, and the compulsive liar. ( because my life just works like that.</lj-cut> (a little background info: i have common variable immune deficiency [hypogammaglobulinemia], and i am hard of hearing; basically i don't make (particularly competent) antibodies to things, and if you mumble, i'll ask you to repeat yourself. this honestly does not affect my daily life very much, aside from when i contract strep throat for the eighteen millionth time, or when it takes me a little longer to fight something off (a cold, an eye infection) than your average joe with the constitution of an ox, or that i live in terror of running into someone with chickenpox [i've had it twice], or wanting to strangle mumblers. despite the fact that it's not really a big deal for me, i wear a med-alert bracelet, because you never know.) so, today i had my sweater sleeves rolled up, and the idiot (a nice girl, just one who tries to cheat off me, which is not okay; during the dialogue which follows you should imagine her periodically popping in and out asking what answers we came up with for this or that incredibly easy question) sees my bracelet and says  )