Story Time With Sarah: I was social.

So I went on social placement about three weeks ago to a HSE training centre for disabled people. Everyone in my year gets sent out, class by class, and we're assigned to various hospices and centres around the city. We go in pairs. My astounding luck landed me a guy whom with I'd never spoken, so I was uncomfortable with going, for obvious reasons.

So we went to the centre on Wednesday for three days and it was surprisingly okay. I had said in my application that I find it extremely taxing to be with people who are severely mentally disabled just out of sheer fear of being offensive towards them, so obviously my teacher sent me to a centre for people with varying degrees of Down's Syndrome, which sucked. But, as it happens, they were all super nice and the conversation never strayed in any direction that would have brought me into the prejudice zone of my opinions.

What really surprised me was how well I got along with the guy I went with. We've been in the same year for five years, but this is the first time we've had a class together, so up until last year, I didn't know he existed, as with many of the male population of my year. But it turns out that he's actually proper sound and we've the same sense of humour. So hanging out with him made the entire experience more enjoyable because I was relax.

At the end of the placement, we gave the bossman a box of Roses, which he immediately regifted to the lunchlady. Rude. Also, I realised that after that Friday, I'd probably never speak to placement friend again and resigned to that fact. It would be a shame but I'd get over it fairly quickly. Once I went back to school, however, that changed.

I accidently found out that he wanted to go on placement with me as little as I wanted to go with him, possible more, because it would be really "awkward and uncomfortable". It seems to be a popular opinion among the males in my year that I am a very quiet, serious and unhappy person. My friend's boyfriend described me as "the scary one who never smiles". This bothers me far more than it should, or even that I would have thought it would.
Added bonus to Story Time; my friend and her boyfriend made a bet. The bet was that placement friend and I would have shifted* by the end of placement, which also seriously bothered me. My friend was so adamant and sure that we wouldn't, and her boyfriend** was that it would happen. I don't like how often I come up in their conversations. 

*shifted=kissed. But kissed sounds less passionate than what shifted means. It's like, proper intense shit, man.
**previously aforememtioed boyfriend.

Slan go foill, beacain beag.