I Didn’t Feel Like Going to Class so I Turned the Projector Off and Left
By Kristin Rosenmund | Photo by Adrianna Uykan
Everyone loves a good discussion section. If you read that and agreed, genuinely fuck you. I know you’re one of the people who gets there early to “chat” with the TA, meaning you actually blab and talk as loudly as possible about how hard your life is, or how much you’re interested in the work they’re doing as a PHD student majoring in the most niche irrelevant thing known to man. Sorry I got angry. Anyways, after finding myself in the predicament of having already sent screenshots of fake Covid tests to my TA for six weeks in a row, I finally had to face the discussion section. You know how these go, but I’ll set the scene for you anyways.
We started off with the classic stare at the wall until the TA remembers they know how to speak English. Then I hit the signature stare at my shoes when she asked the class what questions we have from lecture this week where no one gave a single fuck. The girl in front of me was already done with the Mini and was so desperate for anything to look at she started researching this week's Crumbl Cookie flavors. And then. It was time for the biggest part of the discussion. Getting into groups to discuss what we learned this week. I lost all feeling in my body. No way I was about to do this.
I tried to persevere as I rolled my fatass over to my group because of course we were in those fuck ass chairs on wheels where the desk is connected to the seat. Yeah, you know the ones. My group all spoke for a legit five seconds before we already ran out of things to do. I noticed the TA started pulling up the slideshow presentation she “created,” where she just reads excerpts from the textbook. That was the last straw for me. I knew what had to be done.
I SQUEEZED out of my roller chair, because tell me why the desk and the chair literally have one inch of space between them? Anyways, I walked right up to the TA and reached my arm over her to get to the glorious button.
“Did you have a question?”
I laughed.
“No, I’m just trying to turn off the fan.’”
“NO! That’s not the–”
Darkness. The projector was off. I watched as she frantically struggled to press all the buttons and remove the HDMI cable from her laptops 17,463 times before she realized it was a lost cause. There would be no presentation today.
I immediately left and walked my ass to Dunkin because idgaf.