In Your Mind

Here’s what I imagine is going through the mind of at least one person, but usually more, in every single class I’ve ever been a part of. Here’s what I think you think you fuckers:

Alright, I’m following everything pretty well right now. It’s a good thing I did the reading, and did all of it this time. Haha. More like it’s a good thing Stumpy let me do my work by not blasting his fag music all night again. Man, Stumpy, what are we gonna do with you?

Oh shit, I’m trailing off. I need to refocus on what the teacher is saying, because I actually did the work for class today. I really want to show her that I did it, and show how much of a grasp I have on the material. Like I really need to buckle down.

The syllabus said that class participation is 10 percent of our final grade, so this is really important. I need an A, and I clearly need to involve myself with class from here on out. I mean, 10 percent! There’s no way you could conceivably just show up to class, take notes and do well on tests and just get an A. That’s not adding anything to class discussion. I need to make my presence felt.

Alright, she appears to be coming closer to asking a question. Get ready. My arm feels good, like I can lift it really high. Higher than all these other losers in here. Not only am I going to impress her with how well I understand the material, but how high I can raise my arm. This is going to be awesome.

Yes, question! Oh, wow. It’s a good one too. Let me think for a second. Hopefully nobody else has the answer yet, so I can have some time to think. I remember reading that in the text last night. It was on the page with the picture of the kind of hot queen chick lady. Wait a minute, almost got it.

Shit. She called on someone. But he looks like an idiot. He won’t know it. No way. I’ve still got this.

Wow, hell of an answer.

Fuck it, my arm is raised. I’ve got this. Call on me teach! Do it! I know exactly what I want to say!

Yes!

“Uh, I agree with what he said. He summed it up really well.”

Score.