An exercise in rediculousness

Lecture halls, as they slowly fill up with my fellow classmates who also just so happen to be complete strangers, are a very awkward place. Everyone sits together in a room, eyes usually forward or on some menial task such as shuffling papers, reading, listening to music, texting, or blogging, anything to keep their hands busy.

Shuffling papers says "I am important and actually do my schoolwork unlike you slackers. I stayed up late last night just pounding the books like British Imperialists do to peaceful protesters. And NO! I refuse to stop making awkward noise breaking the silence of this ginormous lecture hall. And although I can feel the eyes of everyone one around me I will not stop! YOU CANNOT KEEP ME DOWN!"

Reading says "I would throw this book at Mr/Ms Shuffling Papers if the do not STFU in the next five seconds because I am deep and intellectual and I happen to be one of the few who read for pleasure. Frankenstein was a breeze for me because I am smarter than everyone around me and I really want them to know and believe that I am smarter. I keep all of my amusing funny books under my bed, concealed from all prying eyes just so I can appear high brow and superior."

Now Listening to music is completely unique, and a complete conformist in the fact Listening to Music is trying to be, " I bet you don't even know the band I'm listening to," Listening to music thinks even though it is difficult because his/her incredibly tight pants is currently cutting off blood flow to his/her brain, "I bet no one in here has even been to a real show, and when they do I bet they don't even understand the music! but! Me and this band, we just get each other."

And little Tommy/Tiffany texter love to announce to the world there there is conclusive evidence that they A. have friends and B. Their friends have the deep need to converse with them at all hours of the day. These people will pause their conversation with you so text someone else, as if announcing that your time and companionship is optional to them because they have so many other options. You are a plan C, D, T, or Y to these folks when it comes to the social ladder.

And then there is me. Now I may be the worst of all of these because instead of contributing to the akward unfriendliness that goes on between these strangers I am judging them for it, creating dialogues and making their menial tasks most likely designed to do nothing more than fill time, keep their hands busy, or because they enjoyed into something snooty and superior.