"Robot Vaginas"

Lately in 7th hour, I think I've really been doing well. I've been concentrating on actual math lessons, working on math problems, while trying to figure out why-on-Earth math and anything math related exists. Because seriously???

Not that I don't love math, or anything. Because I really do. I dig the whole "trial-and-error" concept. I oooh and ahhh (silently, of course!) like a mesmerized five-year-old kid gazing at fireworks. I've come to realized that a person can't help but oooh and ahhh when he/she--such as myself--finally learns a new mathematical theory/concept/whatever. That's an embarrassing thing to admit, but it's OK. I will get over it. Because let's be real here, to be able to truly understand a particular mathematical theory is a feat. No joke. Hence, the admiration for awesome math teachers and freeeeaaakin' awesome math geniuses in the past who took the time and energy to make math simpler for us. Woot woot! :)

As you can see, I'm to the point of excessively rambling, so I'll get to the actual topic... Bob's* and Tom's* interesting conversation yesterday during math class about "Robot Vaginas." Hahahaha! I couldn't stop laughing. Poor Bob. But it was just so incredibly super funny yet randomly outrageous that I couldn't stop LOL-ing for Bob's sake.

This is how this whole wacky event happened:

Tom, who is one of Bob's closest friends, came by to Bob's and my aisle. He occupied the seat directly behind Bob, so that he could easily engage Bob in a conversation. So, it's just whatever right? Tom, to Bob's left. Me, to Bob's right. And in front of us, cause Bob and I were facing the aisle, were the Girls, who were busy with their own conversations in rapid Spanish. So, it's all good. It's the normal flow of things in math class after all... when Tom goes, "So Bob, did you bang the robot vagina last night?"

WHAAAAAAT??? A robot whaaaaat?

So I burst out laughing, teasing the two of them about it. Bob, who was beet root red in the face, explained to me that it was a video game. Uh-huh. So I asked, "What kind of game is this?" Tom says, RPG. That explains it! I stopped asking questions, but continued to laugh as I listened more to their exchange of "robot vaginas." Bob, meanwhile, was mortified in an I'm-ready-to-see-the-light kind of way. In an effort to be nice and make Bob comfortable, I managed to straighten my face for a few seconds, long enough to tell Tom to change the topic and not to talk about that kind of thing in public. And I laughed out loud again.

That got me to thinking while I was walking to the gates after school. Was that experience just one of the hundreds, maybe even thousands, of "Men-are-from-Mars-and-Women-are-from-Venus" examples out there? Because honestly, I don't think I could ever understand the concept of an RPG game that includes "robot vaginas" ready to be "bang[ed]." It's incredibly beyond me. Like seriously???

What on Earth is freeeakin' happening to my generation today?! Learning about this RPG game--I forgot the name--is completely unsettling. Yeah, I was laughing about it. But so would you too, if you ever come across something mind boggling, something scandalizing, something ridiculous as that. And let's hope, you'd not, because it's honestly disturbing. And these guys are not the stereotypical geeky-slash-nerdy highschool students who couldn't get a date, OK? These are a couple of intelligent, insightful, and good-looking individuals who are not afraid to show their soft side. Hence, the eye-bulging, jaw-dropping moment.

Needless to say that in those few minutes, I wanted to be the "Ignorance-is-Bliss" believer. ;-) Ironic much? Yesterday, Sammy learned a valuable lesson for sure.

*altered names