I cried on an old person today.
Yes. That's right. In a stunning example of the level of emotional stability I've achieved over the years, I walked up to the old person, said hi, and burst into tears.
Dr. Reinhard Motte, a medical examiner in Broward County, came and lectured in my forensics class today. I was expecting that. I was not expecting Margaret Maples Gilliland to be in attendance for this lecture. Mrs. Gilliland was married to Dr. William Maples, the father of modern forensic anthropology and my personal hero, until his death in 1997. I never met him, but he was friends with my grandfather, who told me wonderful stories back when I was too young to appreciate them.
So I walked up to her after the lecture. I just wanted to tell her how much her late husband's work has been an inspiration to me and stuff, and I coudn't handle it and started crying, in front of her, my class, my teacher, Dr. Motte, everybody. So now everybody thinks I'm a psycho. I am the lamest person ever.
Dr. Reinhard Motte, a medical examiner in Broward County, came and lectured in my forensics class today. I was expecting that. I was not expecting Margaret Maples Gilliland to be in attendance for this lecture. Mrs. Gilliland was married to Dr. William Maples, the father of modern forensic anthropology and my personal hero, until his death in 1997. I never met him, but he was friends with my grandfather, who told me wonderful stories back when I was too young to appreciate them.
So I walked up to her after the lecture. I just wanted to tell her how much her late husband's work has been an inspiration to me and stuff, and I coudn't handle it and started crying, in front of her, my class, my teacher, Dr. Motte, everybody. So now everybody thinks I'm a psycho. I am the lamest person ever.