no such thing as coincidence
I took an exam in my Abnormal Psychology class today. I’m still trying to understand how I was expected to know the difference between the meso-cortical, meso-limbic, and nigra-striatal brain systems as they pertain to schizophrenia. Psychology is the study of the mind. When did this become a biology class?
After the exam, a few other students and I did what we’re supposed to do in such a situation: complain righteously (see above). Over the course of the conversation one of the guys asked if I had ever attended Hammarskjold Middle School. I said yes, amazed that he could recognize me after seven years. He said that I haven’t changed all that much. Is that a compliment? An insult? I ask you, what do I do with that?
Later that day, on my way to get a long overdue haircut, a complete stranger stopped me on the street and asked if I had ever attended Brunswick High School. I said yes, I had gone to East Brunswick High. She asked, “In Maine?”
Well, ok, not in Maine, but doesn’t that make it even weirder? I didn’t go to this woman’s school, which happens to share its name with my own, and yet she still claimed to recognize me. That’s a sequence of really weird, school-related coincidences, isn’t it? Stuff like this fascinates me, and whenever it happens I can’t help wonder if there isn’t some mysterious force, some metaphysical order, that weaves together all “accidents” this way.
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