You’re in a group discussion filled with first year students, and you’re being your usually badass gothic self and to them you look like..
While to you they look like…
But because your mark depends on looking like you are doing something during this discussion group, you wait for someone to start the conversation. Of course you can’t start it yourself because you’re about as friendly as a sack of rusty nails.
There is a few silent minutes of you sizing each of them up.
And then more silence. So you’re forced to start the discussion yourself. Cue the shocking discovery that none of them know what the fuck is going on and are completely panicking..
Thankfully you’re totally a BAMF, so you lay down the law with the kids and explain to them what the fuck the prof is talking about because..
Ain’t that the truth?
You do all the talking and spend the hour explaining the all of the material in simple analogies related to the fashion industry and business to a group of girls only a year younger than you. By the end of it they’re hanging on your every word demanding more information.
But again you are the most socially reclusive person on the planet and are all like..
…with so much attention focused on you.
You don’t want to give away all of the answers for the material so all you can reply with is “(insert class name here)…
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And exit the room as quickly as you can.
3 hours later you realize what you did today.
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…Why am I not a TA again?
Oh right. The whole hating “everyone and everything”-thing.
-xoxo Satannista
