I have tons and tons of pictures and topics to write about from my week away tomorrow, and I will…tomorrow. Today I am suffering from a few ailments exacerbated by exhaustion. It’s not good times. Luckily, I still have one more day to recuperate before heading back to my 7-4 at the lab. More writing. Tomorrow. I promise. But for today there’s another nickname story. Yea for nicknames.
There’s a story I enjoy telling about the younger brother of a soccer teammate from high school, Dusty. Her brother and I had the same art teacher who was not very fond of rambunctious teenagers or balls of energy. Dusty was the epitome of everything teenager, energetic, and frustrating. After being yelled at to calm down, he freezes and states loud enough for the entire classroom to hear, “If I don’t move, she can’t see me” from the raptor scene in Jurassic Park. What made this a little worse was the fact that our teacher happened to have her arm in a sling perpendicular to the chest with her hand bent limply at the wrist. Honestly, there were several raptor-like qualities to the whole picture, but she definitely did not find his joke amusing.
While relaying this story to the Malaysian I had to demonstrate what a raptor would look like and how little their arms were. Playing on the fact that I am not tall, he felt my arms were more Tyrannosaurus-like. I didn’t find that very amusing. Despite the origin of the comparison, being grouped with one the most dangerous dinosaurs was alright with me. I accepted it and became “T-rex J”. Raarrrrrrr.
