God's Compensation/Might as well go to class: Difference between revisions
Created page with "You have a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. This day just seems to be constantly getting worse, it is as if everything is going wrong at once. Could you perhapse ha..." |
No edit summary |
||
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
You have a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. This day just seems to be constantly getting worse, it is as if everything is going wrong at once. Could you perhapse have the wrong door? No, you are pretty sure this is your door. Oh well, maybe you should just go to class and then hang out until you are ready for your tests. | You have a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. This day just seems to be constantly getting worse, it is as if everything is going wrong at once. Could you perhapse have the wrong door? No, you are pretty sure this is your door. Oh well, maybe you should just go to class and then hang out until you are ready for your tests. | ||
By the time you slip in at the back of the lecture hall, the professor has already started speaking. You try to keep your mind about you as you attempt to catch up with what she is saying, but the distraction of the earlier events make it hard to focus. Before you know it, you have zoned out and lecture is over. Now it's time to break off into your writing labs. That is when things start to really get strange. It all starts when the grad student in charge of the lab approaches you. | By the time you slip in at the back of the lecture hall, the professor has already started speaking. You try to keep your mind about you as you attempt to catch up with what she is saying, but the distraction of the earlier events make it hard to focus. Before you know it, you have zoned out and lecture is over. Now it's time to break off into your writing labs. That is when things start to really get strange. It all starts when the grad student in charge of the lab approaches you. | ||
“Excuse me,” he says, “are you in this class?” | “Excuse me,” he says, “are you in this class?” | ||
“Yeah,” you respond, not knowing how else you would answer a question like that. | “Yeah,” you respond, not knowing how else you would answer a question like that. | ||
“What's your name?” He asks, “I don't think I've seen you in here before.” Once you have supplied your name, he gets a puzzled look on his face and goes back to his computer. “Sorry, I don't see your name on the roster,” he says, “can you give me your student ID number?” You supply this as well, and he quickly keys it in. “I don't think that's your student ID number,” he tells you. What the hell? | “What's your name?” He asks, “I don't think I've seen you in here before.” Once you have supplied your name, he gets a puzzled look on his face and goes back to his computer. “Sorry, I don't see your name on the roster,” he says, “can you give me your student ID number?” You supply this as well, and he quickly keys it in. “I don't think that's your student ID number,” he tells you. What the hell? | ||
“I'm pretty sure it's right,” you challenge him, and rattle off the number you have long since memorized again. | “I'm pretty sure it's right,” you challenge him, and rattle off the number you have long since memorized again. | ||
“Yeah, well, according to this that would make you a female red-head named Veronica Heathers in the veterinary tech program. I am pretty sure that is not you.” | “Yeah, well, according to this that would make you a female red-head named Veronica Heathers in the veterinary tech program. I am pretty sure that is not you.” | ||
“What?” You ask aloud, scrambling for your wallet and pulling out your student ID card. You show him the card and he takes a look at it, confirms the number and matches the photo to your face, and then hands it back to you. | “What?” You ask aloud, scrambling for your wallet and pulling out your student ID card. You show him the card and he takes a look at it, confirms the number and matches the photo to your face, and then hands it back to you. | ||
“I don't know what to tell you,” he says, “I would take it up with the registrar's office, but I can't have you in here because you are not registered for this class.” | “I don't know what to tell you,” he says, “I would take it up with the registrar's office, but I can't have you in here because you are not registered for this class.” | ||
Rather than argue the point further, you concede defeat and walk out of the class room on his instruction. You just don't get it, you recognize the faces of the other students in that class and the lab-tech called on you the first day in there and has been accepting your work when you handed it to him. There is something very strange going on here. Could it be that you are really going crazy? | Rather than argue the point further, you concede defeat and walk out of the class room on his instruction. You just don't get it, you recognize the faces of the other students in that class and the lab-tech called on you the first day in there and has been accepting your work when you handed it to him. There is something very strange going on here. Could it be that you are really going crazy? | ||
Revision as of 22:28, 30 March 2016
You have a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. This day just seems to be constantly getting worse, it is as if everything is going wrong at once. Could you perhapse have the wrong door? No, you are pretty sure this is your door. Oh well, maybe you should just go to class and then hang out until you are ready for your tests.
By the time you slip in at the back of the lecture hall, the professor has already started speaking. You try to keep your mind about you as you attempt to catch up with what she is saying, but the distraction of the earlier events make it hard to focus. Before you know it, you have zoned out and lecture is over. Now it's time to break off into your writing labs. That is when things start to really get strange. It all starts when the grad student in charge of the lab approaches you.
“Excuse me,” he says, “are you in this class?”
“Yeah,” you respond, not knowing how else you would answer a question like that.
“What's your name?” He asks, “I don't think I've seen you in here before.” Once you have supplied your name, he gets a puzzled look on his face and goes back to his computer. “Sorry, I don't see your name on the roster,” he says, “can you give me your student ID number?” You supply this as well, and he quickly keys it in. “I don't think that's your student ID number,” he tells you. What the hell?
“I'm pretty sure it's right,” you challenge him, and rattle off the number you have long since memorized again.
“Yeah, well, according to this that would make you a female red-head named Veronica Heathers in the veterinary tech program. I am pretty sure that is not you.”
“What?” You ask aloud, scrambling for your wallet and pulling out your student ID card. You show him the card and he takes a look at it, confirms the number and matches the photo to your face, and then hands it back to you.
“I don't know what to tell you,” he says, “I would take it up with the registrar's office, but I can't have you in here because you are not registered for this class.”
Rather than argue the point further, you concede defeat and walk out of the class room on his instruction. You just don't get it, you recognize the faces of the other students in that class and the lab-tech called on you the first day in there and has been accepting your work when you handed it to him. There is something very strange going on here. Could it be that you are really going crazy?