I'm going into agriculture.

I decided I have no shame in the fact that I haven't shaved my legs in approximately three weeks.

I realized this today in 484 when I pulled my pant leg up to satisfy an itch somewhere below my knee. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the girl next to me gazing in the direction of my leg. We both knew fully well what she was looking at.

I'm pleased with the fact that my leg can be a spectacle. Diverting attention from the oh-so-enthralling lecture on, well, I couldn't really tell you what it was on because I was busy avoiding being called on since I hadn't done the readings (look, I had a French exam, priorities...).

[along those lines I've developed a full range of tactics to avoid being called on in class because too often I haven't done or fully finished the readings. My various methods include the normal: avoiding eye contact, pretending to look for the answer in the reading, pretending to write in my notebook, so forth. I've elaborated on these basics to include eating apples very slowly, hiding behind my water bottle, spending long periods of time in the bathroom, studying flashcards (thus always looking down), silently willing my peers to raise their hands, etc.]

Right. Agriculture. So this leg hair business. I'm not opposed to leg hair, especially not after MHS. I'm particularly not opposed to leg hair when the weather is cold. Apparently it does a decent job of keeping you warm. And, let's face it, since I'm constantly cold why shouldn't I try to keep warm by cultivating leg hair?

There are also the other minor reasons: fending away unwanted male predators, not having anyone to feel my legs, the shock value for the orthopedic surgeon and radiologist, and ultimately the possibility to pluck them out one-by-one when needing to procrastinate work for AP.

I've got this all figured out.

We'll see how much longer I last without getting fed up. (it just feels so appropriate to utilize the word 'harvest' here...but I'm refraining.)