Showing posts with label People Are Weird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label People Are Weird. Show all posts

8.09.2013

THE 5 PEOPLE THAT WILL BE IN YOUR CLASS

Last time I was outside, I realized that it is summer. I have three things to say about this:

1. It is hot.

2. I am hot (speaking temperature-ly...yes, that is a word). 

3. My classes are smaller.

Why is this last item of particular interest? I don't know. The end.

Just kidding. Taking spring and summer classes, at least at my institution of learning, means that not only is the course material condensed into half the time, but the amount of people is condensed as well. Being one out of fifteen students in a class is quite a surreal experience after existing as less than one-hundredth of a class during Fall and Winter Semesters. But beyond that, having such a concentrated group of classmates in each of the four classes I've taken over the last few months has lead me to a theory that both freaks me out and entertains me. Ahem:

In every class you ever take, you will be able to identify five certain types of people, every time. And it's proportional. If your class has 100 people in it, the amount of people representing these personality types will increase as well. But they will always be there, and they will (almost) always drive you to the cliffs of insanity each class period. But hopefully by identifying them I will be able to prepare you for re-entrance into the world that is college, if you happen to be doing so this month. So read on, and feel free to totally agree with me. That's perfectly fine.

1. That one guy who does not realize how annoying he is.


Due to the fact that people tend to be different from one another...usually...this type comes in a variety of forms. For example- In my creative writing class, this archetype manifested itself in the form of a guy who prided himself in memorizing everyone's name by the second day of class, standing up every time a girl entered the room, and making it hard for many of us to differentiate between the sound of him making a comment and the image of over-sweet, sappy compliment honey coming out of his mouth every time he opened it. And in my Mythology class this term, which was a little larger, we had two of these types to compensate for that fact: one individual who liked to pop out all of these intense, obscure Greek words to brown-nose the professor, and another who had no idea what he was talking about but felt inclined to make a comment about anything and everything. Thanks, guys. Keep...keep being you. But not really. Please stop. And to everyone else, there's really nothing you can do about it. So just sit there and fight the urge to sharpen your pitchforks. 

You can, however, sharpen them for this one:

2. The girl with the whiny/condescending/nails-on-a-chalkboard voice who thinks everyone wants to hear it. All the time.


Maybe not. But sometimes I don't think offing one of these from society would be that bad of a thing to do. This type...oh my goodness. I just...I really hope no one reading this is one of these. I sincerely do. Because that means that everyone hates you, and I'm sorry. But really, no- we do not need or even want to hear your opinion on last night's reading. Or the study guide. Or stories about your life that supposedly connect to what we're talking about. We just don't. We don't care how intelligent you think you are. Also, I know this is surprising, but the rest of us aren't actually here to learn more about you or even just listen to you talk. I know, I know- with the title of the course being "Drawing," it's pretty misleading. 

3. The "experienced" older person.


I don't know when this became a thing, but apparently middle aged people suddenly are not ashamed to take classes alongside people less than half their age. Which is fine. More power to them. But you'd think it'd be one of those "They're more afraid of you than you are of them" things, with like, spiders and Bigfoot and stuff...and it's not. They are more than comfortable around young people. And they will assert their ostensible superiority whenever possible. Any phrase uttered by one of these types will begin with either "As a mother..." or "Back when I was young..." or "While simultaneously paying my bills, grocery shopping, changing a diaper, reading the newspaper, and altogether being more mature than everyone here..." It's great. The flip-side of this are the ones who have no idea what's going on. A man in my creative writing class who was pushing sixty kept asking questions about scansion and verifying what the professor was saying so many times that I almost had to get glasses because of the tension created by restraining myself from rolling my eyes.

4. The girl who constantly asks the professor what he/she wants.


Of all the types, this is most certainly the least tolerable. This type has the capacity to make me physically ill. Okay, not really, but it's close. This person only cares about their grade. That's it. When they leave the university, a piece of paper marked with A's will be all that they value. It's actually really sad, but dealing with their comments in class is torturous. In my drawing class, there was a girl who honestly could not come up with her own ideas and just run with them. She was constantly asking the professor what he wanted, what the rules were, etc. and the rest of us were like "we're just going to make art and make him like it." Her stress would literally stress me out. Then there was the girl in my writing class who would email the professor constantly, checking and double checking that she was doing the assignment correctly. LET YOURSELF GO, PEOPLE. And last but not least, we have the unfortunate epitome of this type manifested in my Mythology class a few weeks ago when our professor was speaking and a girl raised her hand and asked "so is that going to be on the test?"  There are no words.

And last, but certainly not least:

5. The quiet girl who is actually really cool.


Befriending these particular people has become one of my very favorite things to do. In my writing class, it was the tall Art History major that I absolutely loved sitting by, in my drawing class it was the girl with awesome glasses who I discovered shared an affinity for nail polish comparable to my own, and in Mythology it was the shy freshman girl who was always on Pinterest in front of me. They are easy to dismiss initially, but coming from a girl who typically tends to be reserved as well, look past their seemingly unapproachable exteriors and talk to them. Because they will make surviving the rest of the aforementioned personalities in your class a whole heck of a lot easier.

4.10.2013

CAMRYN, GERTRUDE, AND THE MYSTERY OF THE BOTANICAL MAN

Generally, I like to think that I'm a pretty observant person. The kind of person who notices when someone cuts their hair, when it's going to rain, or when the road is about to end in an abrupt death cliff of sizable proportions. You know, the little things. But after this experience, I have decided that I am now an extreme failure as a certified "Person With Eyes That Can See." Seriously, I'm considering giving my eyes to Stevie Wonder or something because I assume he'd use them more than I apparently do. But before I head over to the eye surgeon's office, I suppose I'll type this story out. Prepare yourself for something truly ridiculous:

Four months ago, my roommate Gertrude* (name changed for confidentiality) and I befriended a few guys in our Botany** (subject also changed for confidentiality because SECRETS) class in order to feel like semi-successful human beings. You know, the kinds with friends. At least that's what I've heard about successful people. Anyways. 

We became jolly old friends- friends who pretended to care about each other but were really just using each other to get 100% on our attendance quizzes, because Botany was a lot harder than we realized it would be. But along the way, one of the guys, let's call him Dexter, became part of a weird, creepy inside joke between good ol' Gert and I. 

You see, Dexter is an amiable, outgoing, flirtatious young man. Maybe he was just being friendly when he asked about our lives, eavesdropped on our conversations, wrote on our papers when we fell asleep, and generally seemed like he was into us. Maybe. But, lacking a source of entertainment in our lives, Gertrude and I decided that he was most definitely interested in one of us. And thus, the Dexter joke was born.

Before I say what I'm about to say, I must first explain that neither Gertrude nor I found Dexter particularly attractive. He was nice, but definitely not "our type" (which we aren't even actually aware of ourselves. Years from now this could prove to be an issue). Nonetheless, we soon convinced ourselves that he would ask one of us out before the semester was over. He just had to. No one could resist us- especially Gerty, because, I mean, her name is just so alluring.

But as the weeks flew by, nothing happened. He never asked us if we wanted to study for tests together, or work on our Botany projects in the library, or even go on a romantic stroll past the duck pond...talking about Botany. And feelings. But we didn't give up on our bet. Surely he would break down and do it. Our pride was at stake.

Now, I'm not really proud of this, but I have a confession to make: I am a Grade-A Facebook stalker. Almost superhuman. Nancy Drew ain't got nothin' on this. So I found Dexter the other day without even knowing his last name and started, well, creeping. Shamelessly. I was considering adding him as a friend, but decided to scroll down a little farther first. And I found something rather curious.

It was a video of him dancing at a wedding reception to Justin Bieber's "Baby." I fought back the dinner that was threatening to make a reappearance, muscled on through every horribly choreographed dance move and the shrill crooning of a boy yet to experience the joys of puberty, and vowed within myself that something like this will NEVER happen at my wedding reception. EVER.

But it left me with questions. Lots of questions. Like, why was he positioned in the middle of the groomsmen singing to the bride? Was he the best man? Did he really think that the repeated use of the cabbage patch was a good idea? ...Is he a Belieber? I was intrigued, to say the least. And then I found her.

A woman had posted a picture on his timeline that was apparently supposed to be funny, and not only did she share his last name, but she was also wearing a wedding dress in her profile picture. "Aha! This must be his sister-in-law!" I thought naïvely as I clicked on her...
                                                        
*cue moment of realization* ...


IT WAS HIS WIFE. HE IS MARRIED. HE IS SO MARRIED RIGHT NOW.

Gertrude wasn't home, but I had to tell her what I discovered immediately because this was the most hilarious thing in the history of ever. This was the texting conversation that followed:

Me: GERTUDE DEXTER IS MARRIED WHAT THE HECK
Gertrude: YOU ARE KIDDING ME
M: NO HAHAHAHAHA I'M LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW
G: THAT EXPLAINS WHY HE DIDN'T ASK US OUT
M: EXACTLY WE MUST NOT BE THAT REPULSIVE BUT SERIOUSLY HOW DID WE NOT NOTICE EVER
G: HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?!
M: I WILL SHOW YOU WHEN YOU GET HOME
G: I HEART YOUR FACEBOOK STALKING SKILLS AND YOUR USE OF CAPITALS
M: I HEART THAT YOU USED THE WORD HEART AS A VERB AND ALSO IN RELATION TO ME
G: I WOULD HEART YOU MORE IF YOU HAD DISCOVERED THIS EARLIER
M: SORRY YOU DEVELOPED FEELINGS BEFORE WE FIGURED THIS OUT I KNOW YOU MUST BE HURTING RIGHT NOW
G: HEART BROKEN BUT PRIDE RESTORED. IT'S AN INTERESTING CONUNDRUM
M: QUITE A DEBACLE, YES

I just...wow. How did we never notice? FOUR MONTHS of sitting on his left side, and we never once realized that he was wearing a ring. We are idiots. But what's weirder is that he never once mentioned his wife, or married person things, or acted like what you'd expect someone who was MARRIED to act. I would hope that when I'm married someday my husband will at least mention me ONCE in conversation around younger girls he associates with over a four month period- in fact, I hope he won't shut up about me. I hope that he'll lose friends because of how much he talks about me......I also hope that he won't be associating with freshman girls for four months and making them think he is into them. Ew.

But, like Gertrude said, at least our pride is restored. There definitely was a reason why he didn't ask us out besides everything that could potentially be wrong with us (which is quite a list and most of them aren't potential)...Sweet gravy, this is still creeping me out. It's even been a day since this happened, and it still makes me laugh hysterically because it's just so flippin' strange. 

And we have class with him tomorrow. I don't think Gerty and I are going to be able to keep straight faces. Every time he talks I'll probably have to stifle a peal of spazzy laughter.

Moral of the story? Don't take Botany.