I looked for the presentation in my files, but it’s long gone, although I can still fill in some details.
So let’s paint a picture of the first day.
I show up with a backpacking backpack full of all the shit I need because my license was suspended and had to wait until 4 pm to get a ride to work from my buddy. Because unlike most of the students, I do work.
I’m already the biggest guy there (not bragging, just taller, and wider shoulders than the typical lit major.) So I’m assumed to be stupid, especially because of my tote. Lit majors who lift are a rare breed.
I’m a friendly guy, get to know all the people around me, have a thermos with coffee, disposable cups, tissues, hair ties, granola bars, what the fuck ever. I like making friends.
But there is this one guy I sat next to. Seemed nice at first. I hate to describe anyone like this, but it’s accurate. Overweight, pimpled faced guy who expected to be the alpha once he climbed the ladder. Still not sure if he was gay or just soft.
I’m not trying to be alpha, because it’s stupid. So we trade papers one day and agree to edit each other. I offer a couple of adverb changes, but for the most part encourage him that it’s good work, go forward man!
He didn’t give me any feedback on mine, but during his presentation he criticed passive voice in writing, and used quotes from the paper I was going to present the next day.
Well, fuck you Judas. I was pre-med, took the LSAT for fun, and already have a certificate in technical writing from another school. You double-crossed me. Everyone else is nice, what are you trying to prove?
One of the students had some Adderall, so I stayed up all night and wrote this magnus opus about the passive voice and brought all the points about its ubiquity and professional value.
The guy never even looked at me again.I might have gone a little to hard, because out of a class with 2 guys and 20-ish women, about half of them stopped talking to me, but I became better friends with the other half, and got my degree.