On Being Awkward, Issue 3.

I've been studying my brains out/working on papers for the last week, but I'd just like to take a brief break from my frantic studying (two finals on the last day of classes? LAME.), mostly for selfish reasons (as in, I don't want to study Sociology right now), and share another awkward moment.

(I know I'm bringing these up a lot now, but seriously, they're just too easy for me to write. The whole photo&a song thing is probably getting old as well, and it's not nearly as fun for me to write. So I guess this is how it's going to be for now on, at least for a little while.)


On Being Awkward, Issue 3.
This one occurred to me last week in my Sociology class. It was 9:30 in the morning, I was pretty tired, and my conscious had just edged out my love of sleep in the thrice-weekly battle that is whether or not I should drag myself out of bed to go to Sociology. My prof was going through our last exam, question by question, discussing the answers, etc.

He'd got to about question 10 of 50 when I first sensed it. Oh no, I though, don't let this happen. Not this early. I'm too tired for this. By question 15, I was pretty sure I saw where this was going. By question 25 or 30, I knew for sure. It wasn't until around question 35 or so when my prof also clued in.

He was mid-way through a telling a whole room of students something that most of them were not even interested in. Although what he was doing was undoubtedly very thoughtful, he neglected to take into consideration that a) most people were taking this 100-level course as an elective, b) the people who did really poorly on the test were probably not even in the room, and c) no one even remembers all the answers they put down.

Still, he'd passed the point of no return, and couldn't very well stop without going through all the questions. So he continued, speeding it up a little. I felt a little bad, because he's obviously quite keen on sociology, and seems like a nice, albeit a little nervous, prof. So I feigned by deepest attention, trying not to let my thoughts wander. Half an hour into class, he finished going over the quiz, and not a single awkward silence was had.

This situation wasn't too bad, but it got me thinking about this kind of situation in different positions. I figured it can go a few ways. When you get part way through a story and realize that a) no one cares or b) no one is listening, there's always a certain feeling of uncomfortableness/embarrassment/awkwardness. Usually, you end up kind of trailing off, or severely shortening the rest of the story. It ranges from being instantly forgettable when it's around your parents/small children, to cringe-worthiness embarrassment when around people you are trying to impress.

The worst, however, is when you awkwardly throw out a really dull/irrelevant/pointless, slightly long, comment, just so that people don't forget you're there (or something), and then someone asks you to repeat it. It's the worst, because it sounds even lamer the second time around.

Anyways, just a thought. Is it just me?

Because this post needs a picture.

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