Take Your Time
It’s obvious that it’s the first good day in ages. Everyone is out. Every last drop of the sea of mediocrity that flows through this fine institution is lolling about in the sun. Everyone that is, except me. Me, I’m sitting in an empty tutorial room waiting for my tutorial to start. The lecture I am supposed to be in now was cancelled.
If I were in the said lecture I’d probably be bemoaning the fact that I’m not outside in the sun with the rest of the Uni. Now that I have the opportunity to do just that, I’m sitting indoors. I can be weird like that; I think we call can at times.
Perfect timing for my personality to go into hibernation considering this is tutorial numero uno. Less than a half hour from now I’m going to have to parade my bubbling evervesence before a host of complete strangers. My only hope is that the tutor is so efficient that she won’t waste time on all the introduction crap.
If I want to know why everyone picked this class I’d ask myself, but the question is hardly worth exhaling. The answer is always the same. Always a riff on “I chose [insert course] because I have an interest in [insert subject component]”-riveting. They had it right in primary school – just read out our damned names and get on with it.
Time to class must be ticking down; two others have arrived. One of them looks completely vacant; maybe she wants to be outside. The other is pretending to read her tutorial readings. She doesn’t need to; luminous yellow highlights the fact that she’s already read it. She’s just bored and biding time, hoping we’ll think she’s indifferent to the fact that we haven’t politely exchanged greetings and made a half-arsed attempt at chitchat. Sorry lady, not in the mood today, nothing to do with you. She fans herself with a bookmark and stares of into space.
I put my pen down for a second and was about to perform my own tutorial re-reader impersonation; that’s why I’m continuing to write – I’m devoting my creative energy to looking busy in a more believable and mysterious way. I am interesting.
Out of the corner of my eye I’m glimpsing a few strained attempts to see what I’m doing. I’m considering concealing what I’m writing but I don’t want to give them the impression that it’s important – because it isn’t. I’m just biding my time like Ms. Tut.
If I were in the said lecture I’d probably be bemoaning the fact that I’m not outside in the sun with the rest of the Uni. Now that I have the opportunity to do just that, I’m sitting indoors. I can be weird like that; I think we call can at times.
Perfect timing for my personality to go into hibernation considering this is tutorial numero uno. Less than a half hour from now I’m going to have to parade my bubbling evervesence before a host of complete strangers. My only hope is that the tutor is so efficient that she won’t waste time on all the introduction crap.
If I want to know why everyone picked this class I’d ask myself, but the question is hardly worth exhaling. The answer is always the same. Always a riff on “I chose [insert course] because I have an interest in [insert subject component]”-riveting. They had it right in primary school – just read out our damned names and get on with it.
Time to class must be ticking down; two others have arrived. One of them looks completely vacant; maybe she wants to be outside. The other is pretending to read her tutorial readings. She doesn’t need to; luminous yellow highlights the fact that she’s already read it. She’s just bored and biding time, hoping we’ll think she’s indifferent to the fact that we haven’t politely exchanged greetings and made a half-arsed attempt at chitchat. Sorry lady, not in the mood today, nothing to do with you. She fans herself with a bookmark and stares of into space.
I put my pen down for a second and was about to perform my own tutorial re-reader impersonation; that’s why I’m continuing to write – I’m devoting my creative energy to looking busy in a more believable and mysterious way. I am interesting.
Out of the corner of my eye I’m glimpsing a few strained attempts to see what I’m doing. I’m considering concealing what I’m writing but I don’t want to give them the impression that it’s important – because it isn’t. I’m just biding my time like Ms. Tut.
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