Hello to all of my readers (if there are any – I really don’t know if anyone other than me reads this). I’m having a bit of a hard time at the moment, as my English, History and Biology teachers were on Year Eight camp for the whole week, and decided that having a test on Monday (AKA TOMORROW!) is a good idea. One of my friends no longer wants to be friends, which was a bit of a blow. I mentioned her in a previous post; she was the really nice, amazingly kind one who made gluten free brownies to share after exams. So yeah, that sucks. I’ve also spent the whole evening trying to practice for my English Essay tomorrow, but my brain decided that it would be an AMAZING idea to not work. Yay.
Anywho, enough about how much school sucks, and onto my coeliac issue of the day/week/month.
As you probably know, Easter is this Sunday. Every time there’s a holiday like this, the boarding kitchen staff prepare a massive cake to celebrate the upcoming holiday. For some reason, they did it tonight. For me, it made my entire day go from amazing to oh. Literally ‘oh’. That kind of empty, blank feeling; perhaps numbness would be a better word? They gave me my gluten free option and that was that. I could deal with that; simply push past the numb, ‘oh’ feeling and she’ll be right. Then this year seven girl asked very loudly as I left the dining hall “Beck, why didn’t you have any cake?”
(You’ll never know my real name – my IT teacher in primary school drilled into the dangers of giving my real name out on the Internet so HA!).
This particular year seven I have told at least seventeen times that I am a coeliac, and after my annoyed sigh another friend answered, simply saying, “She’s gluten free, Tasha.”
(On another note, every time Tasha asks why I have separate meals another year seven girl called Savannah answers for me saying I can’t gluten, which is in dairy. I always face palm and let their unit leader answer that one.)
The year seven paused for a moment, and then continued just a loudly:
“What, not even the icing?”
My friend sighed. I rolled my eyes and asked whatever god(s) (sue me, I’m agnostic) there are to cure this year seven of stupidity. I have explained the dangers of cross contamination to the year seven boarding girls at least five times, and thus elected not to answer that particular one.
“Surely they could have made you your own cake?” Tasha asked.
I now wanted whatever deity(s) are out there to put me out of this misery.
“I am the only coeliac that I know of in boarding, and so making an entire gluten free holiday cake is ridiculous.” I answered, and promptly walked off.
For some reason, I hate being asked those kinds of questions. I don’t know why. It’s probably because with this group of year seven girls I have to say everything over and over. I swear every meal they ask me why I get my meals separate. As much as I want people to know and understand, I hate explaining it. It’s not shameful or gross, but I hate the ‘Why can’t you eat this’ type of stuff. I dunno. Maybe it’s because I’m a teenager or have answered these questions over and over.
Anyway, the boarding Easter egg hunt is this week, and seeing as they have never bothered to check whether the eggs are GF or not I’m going to buy six or seven packets of Cadbury Milk Chocolate eggs (they’re gluten free, to my delight) and passive-aggressively eat them in my room.
No solutions for this one, other than brutal murder. And also, if you’re religious I sit somewhere in agnosticism, and believe that when I die I’ll find out whether there is a God, gods, Nirvana/reincarnation or nothing. You’re welcome for that random bit of information on my religious life. It’s kind of ironic that I go to a religious school…during Eucharist I sit there and hope that I don’t spontaneously combust for not entirely believing in God.
Oh well now that you guys have to suffer through my angsty post I feel a lot better.
Thanks guys (if anyone actually reads this), and please actually give me some feed back, or just like it or something. I’d really like to know what you think about these incredibly horrible, informal blog posts about how much coeliac can suck.
PS: I didn’t get to sleep until like 1 o’clock last night because I was watching Disney movies on Netflix. Therefore, I’m tired and have a late night hangover (no I didn’t actually drink because barley and I’m in boarding). Late night hangover means my eyes itch and I’m only staying awake through overdosing on tea.