I knew I was in the wrong place

For weeks now, I've been trying to convince myself otherwise. This morning, reality hit me in the form of a piece of paper with a teddybear design. It said "please remember to enclose $3 for shipping the teddybear to Africa".

My roommates have a weekly knitting circle where they are making teddybears to give to African children suffering from HIV/AIDS. They did not inform me about it, and I found out only accidentally. I was in shock for a while, but a friend suggested that maybe they were knitting teddybears to sell to raise funds for African children. I mean, knitting isn't cheap, nor is the weekly pizza or whatever takeout they purchase to feed themselves while knitting. How about using the money to send food or HIV retroviral drugs to those kids instead?

It's like me making fun of Spare Change all over again, except this time it's happening in my home. I can't believe they are in my PhD program. I know, on the bright side, it won't be so hard getting a good academic position if these are the people I am up against.