A few years ago I travelled around The Gambia and Senegal, where I met a lovely young man called Y. We talked a lot and struck up a friendship. He is a very kind and thoughtful person, and also very intelligent, though uneducated. He lives in a tiny village, but he saves up money every month and goes to the city. There he visits an internet cafe and leaves me a message, every month for the last few years.
His messages are always kind, they enquire about my family and how things are. He tells me what’s going on with him. But yesterday I received the following message:
Hey [gracer] * I choose myself to be ur master… I hv gone throw this question for so long I have the answer and I hope mine will be put into consideration*
What. The. Fuck. My kind friend suddenly wants to be my “master”?! I was not amused, and almost sent him a reply firmly telling him I was not interviewing for “masters” and was happy being my own “master”, thank you very much.
Then suddenly my sister solves it. A while ago I was considering what to do for an MA. Master. I was looking for a master. I actually posted the question “Pick a master’s for gracer” (and got useful responses too). He always goes back in my history on facebook, to see what I’ve been up to. It was a year ago, so he must’ve looked far back.
My dear friend Y. picked himself. 
There I was, getting all huffy. He’s only done a bit of primary school, as you can tell from the spelling. He’s probably never heard of the term “master’s degree”.
Now I need to work out what to respond… “I picked ‘Conflict Resolution’ over you, but thanks for the offer”?
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