Maryisms.

If you asked any member of my family what is a maryism, they would each tell you a different story about me that reveals my airiness, my speak before really thinking, and my humor. Maryisms will be preformed best when I am completely comfortable.

This week in my World History Class we had to read this academic excerpt about Archeology on the East African coast. It was probably the worst thing I have ever read. Honestly. No. Joke. Before class I turned to my classmate, I told her what I thought of it by making a very honest and real comparison.

After our little quiz, the Professor says," alright let me hear it, how did you really feel about this reading." People said," it was boring, it was awful, I actually fell asleep..TWICE!" As this was going on my classmate Ashley, taps my shoulder and says, "Mary you should totally tell him what you said to me." So, I turned around and rose my hand. "Flynn, what did you think," he asked. And with the utmost confidence I said this:

"You know what it was like? It was like having to make out with someone when you really didn't want to make out with him, but you had to anyways."

Class laughing, Professor a bit taken back, and me slowly sinking it my chair thinking why the hell did I say that...and I continue to compare, only trying to redeem myself, but really creating a bigger and better grave.

"You know if you were semi dating this guy and it was coming to an end and you hadn't yet broken up with him or given him the shaft...you still need to kiss him so he doesn't know you are about to end things.."

Now everyone is laughing, eyes are on me, and he turns to me with his hands open and shoulder shrugged, "So let me try to understand this for you, What you are saying Mary is that the reading wasn't pleasurable for you?"

"no, Pebworth, not at all." "Not one ounce of pleasure."

Meet your first Maryism,