Dinner with my roommate

That was humiliating. I’m glad that my English class is over, and I’m done for the day. I make my way back to my dormitory and have dinner with my roommate Sasha.

Sasha is short for Aleksandra. She’s the same age as me. A bit shorter than I am, but I’m tall for a woman. Tall and slim. Her hair is a lighter brown and curly, compared to mine which is dark and straight. She’s a bit more sophisticated than I am, coming from Moscow.

After dinner we like to have a cup of tea and talk about our days.

“So she humiliated me.” I tell her. “She asked if I knew how to cook, and when I said yes, she told me that I’d find a good husband.”

Sasha laughs. “I’m sorry, Tatya. I couldn’t help it.”

“It was pretty funny, come to think of it.” I say. I’m not the only one my professor talks to in that manner.

“We’re being invaded, and she thinks me not saying ‘the’ is a such a big problem.” I complain. “How are your studies going?”

“I’ll be changing bandages and wiping asses before I know it.” She says. “I wish I was smart enough to study something interesting like you.”

“You’re telling the one who’s going to find a good husband.” I joke. “Besides, nursing is an important job. I’ll probably spend my whole life behind a typewriter.”

“You’ll probably spend your whole life with your good husband.” Sasha jokes.

“You tell me where to find one.” I say with a laugh.