Judging a Book by Its Cover...

I make up stories about the people I see out and about. For example, I saw a man with a mustache carrying a backpack and immediately assumed he was a mailman. Some prejudice are ridiculous and unfounded but others are generalizations based experience.* To preface my story, the judgments are usually pretty silly and harmless. If the person heard about it, they would have nothing to be offended about.

As previously stated, I am only the oldest student in one of my classes. There is a guy who looks older than me but I figured was probably actually younger. He always wears a ball cap, jeans, a sweatshirt and hikers. He has a goatee. From this I figured out he is originally from a small town, has dated the same girl since high school and is going to university for the first time after working for numerous years. He probably played hockey up until he moved away from his small town if he still doesn't play now.

I bring all my notes for this particular class. It makes me a little paranoid when the rest of the class is silent and Janice is rustling her papers. *Cringe* Anyhoo, once after class said prejudged guy asked if he could borrow my notes. Since then we occasionally talk but up until today it was only ever about class. We started talking about why we were taking our respective degrees when he revealed to me that
- him and his girlfriend moved from a small town to Regina after high school so she could go to university
- he had been working up until last year when he started university for the first time

I prejudge to amuse myself, that is a little creepy.





*Of course, you could have a skewed experience but that is another discussion.