class last night

So in class last night I sat in the middle of the back row where the cliquey kids sit, as I’d been talking to them in the elevator on the way up. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Obviously there was a lot of talk around and over me, and there were moments when I felt like a bit of a lemon sat there. I consoled myself with the thought I was doing it on purpose to disrupt their little giggling gang. I felt almost smug at times, the looks when one of them walked in and saw me sat in the middle of the row in between people who wanted to sit next to each other.

Then the lecture started and they started passing notes. Dear god, PASSING NOTES. How the hell old are we? This isn’t high school! For the love of…