Question girl revisited

Before I talked about this girl in two of my classes this semester. She asks a lot of questions. And I hate it. But, I shouldn't be so mean. Some people have to ask a lot of questions, right? If they don't get something, even if everyone else in the room does, they need to ask, right?

I had a very surprising conversation with the admissions director of a local private Christian school Monday morning. I cried, she talked to me about God and how He had brought me there, and I cried some more. Not the bad cry, the good cry. It was totally unexpected. I went there to have a tour of the school, we are thinking of sending our kids there. She asked me if I had any questions or pressing concerns. And I unloaded. I asked questions....why why why and what if, but what about, then there is this....kind of stuff. And she just answered them with a gentle smile. I was her Question Girl. And I wondered, was she thinking in the back of her mind what a fucking moron I was? I mean, thousands of people get this God stuff, it is all spelled out right in the Bible afterall. All I have to do is follow the instructions.

So, I tried to be extra helpful to Question Girl last night in class, especially since I could see the professor was getting frustrated with her. Question Girl still annoys me to no end, but I really did try hard to be nice and share my knowledge with her.

It's a step right?