Bekaa Valley Girl
I ride the bus to campus each day with two Muslim girls; sisters I think. One wears a black headscarf each day, the other a white one. I don’t know if they always wear the same one, or if they switch back and forth. The amount of staring involved in figuring that out would be a little obvious.
I did overhear this conversation fragment today, though.
White headscarf: I got a 93 on the test she handed back yesterday.
Black headscarf: I got a 94.
White headscarf: You bitch! My T.A. took points off for like, grammar? It’s a Poli Sci course!
Black headscarf: My T.A. is like, the Devil. She is totally two-faced.
I don’t worry as much about bombs on the bus any more.
