Getting picked last for dodgeball. In college. Again.

And when I say dodgeball, I really mean that as a metaphor for class teams. Specifically: my ASL class split up into 3 teams with team captains to pick people who they thought had the best comprehension and understanding of video stories as a classroom exercise. Thus the dreaded fear: being picked last. Being implicitly told that we are the worst at something. Who said we were going to have to keep reliving elementary school nightmares nearly 14 years later?

It's just been one of those days.

Take me far away.