I tried to describe what happened in my class today to my friend. I said I wanted to post about it, partially for social commentary purposes and partially because I was humored as well, but he said I was being passive-aggressive. Eventually as I explained my thought process, he exclaimed “Wow, I don’t think like that.” Now when someone says that, I start to wonder if I explained myself correctly or not. What if I don’t actually think like that? It’s the OCD part of me. It’s like when my instructor tells us not to plagiarize or cheat. I start to anxiously wonder if I am accidentally going to cheat. It’s a little strange, really.
Neurosis aside, the first day of class went relatively alright. We were asked to introduce ourselves and explain why we wanted to be a speech pathologist. I had to echo my instructor “Well I want to be happy too! And you know I can’t fix the economy so …” Laughter ensued, but you know I wasn’t really trying to be funny, or was I? It’s that weird chicken and egg thing that happens when I’m talking. All of a sudden the thoughts and intentions are mixed up with the words coming out of your mouth and that, my friends, is why I prefer to write over speak. One can clearly think before they post, at least a little. At least it would seem that way to me.
The actual subject matter of the class was quite foreign to me. However, what was really foreign were my classmates. I felt like I was in school again (well, obviously). School is not like work. In school, I am not given tasks to complete on site anymore, and when the classroom is filled with chatter before the instructor begins speaking I can’t really fathom why. At work, I make rounds, I ask how folks are doing, I help them understand, I troubleshoot their computer. In class, I sit at my desk and I wonder, where is the instructor? What are people actually talking about? They’re talking about books? I thought the International version wasn’t legal? Well I better not say anything, in case I offend someone by saying so.
The class is large, and I can’t remember hardly anyone’s name. There are two girls who are hoping to become therapists for singers. I make a mental note since I think it sounds interesting. There is one girl from Boston. There are two guys in my classes. Then there are the rest, and I can’t remember much more than that.
My instructor says that newborns look like aliens, and I can’t help but feel a little offended. What is it about a public setting that makes certain comments more offensive than if they had been spoken to me in a different context? I want to know.