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I just got back from my Customer Behavior class. It sounds way more interesting than it is, and it doesn't even sound that interesting. This class is like kindergarten. I start craving animal crackers halfway through. She asks us questions like, "Have you ever been misunderstood?" and "Are our memories accurate?" These, apparently, are questions that deserve entire class periods devoted to them. Up until today, I've successfully boycotted participating in this inane discussion. But about an hour ago I made my first comment. It wasn't a good comment or anything. I was just trying to prevent a zero in class participation. So what does that make me? That guy. I'm that guy.
I just got back from my Customer Behavior class. It sounds way more interesting than it is, and it doesn't even sound that interesting. This class is like kindergarten. I start craving animal crackers halfway through. She asks us questions like, "Have you ever been misunderstood?" and "Are our memories accurate?" These, apparently, are questions that deserve entire class periods devoted to them. Up until today, I've successfully boycotted participating in this inane discussion. But about an hour ago I made my first comment. It wasn't a good comment or anything. I was just trying to prevent a zero in class participation. So what does that make me? That guy. I'm that guy.
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i tried to be "that guy" in my french class the other day. i didn't want a zero so i said something. it wasn't very good though, and it was only a sentence. considering that about 20% of our grade is based on participation and she didn't seem that impressed by my random observation on bourgeouise slang, i'd say that i still got a zero. that makes me "that guy" holding a big fat zero. ouch.
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Anonymous |
2:34 PM
i'm that other guy in class. the one on the other side of the spectrum. i can't really shut up when it comes to discussion. sometimes i'll say something just because i feel bad for the teacher and i have a severe psychological problem with the straight silence that accompanies an ambiguously posed question which seems to have no right answer. at emory that seems to be most of the questions.
i've never caught anyone rolling their eyes at me when i spoke but that doesn't mean i've never said anything stupid and that people have never secretly fantasized about disemboweling me with a straight razor and hanging my gutted corpse from the strategically placed flagpole in the middle of the quad. i mean who hasn't?
i empathize with teachers, especially the young pre-doctoral ones, as it is sometimes clear that they have almost no idea what they are doing and want the class period to be over just as badly as i do, to end the awkwardness of a flopped class discussion.
and today on an unrelated note i realized that my beard was hardy enough to hold my PDA stylus without outside assitance. i didn't keep it in there long though since i didn't want people to know that i devoted class time to figuring something like that out.
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Anonymous |
3:21 PM