In the last hour I have been called:
Eliza
Alice
Uhliza
Eleza
Eluza
Elaza
And basically every other combination of consonants and vowels that sounds vaguely like my name without actually being it. I have also been interrogated about my belief in ghosts, the afterlife, and Michael Jackson (as my lord and savior, amen?).
Anyways I have a midterm tomorrow and then I get to go home to celebrate my great (fantastic!) uncle's hundredth birthday and hang out with all my cousins and marvel at how amazing life is.
But right now I have notes to study and the sinking suspicion that no one in this apartment actually knows how to pronounce my name.
Leez out.
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