The Jublin
... continued from "Frankie Says Relax"
As I type, the professor makes jokes as he teaches that has the class in stitches; I’m not laughing. This is all well and good except that it makes certain students want to join in on the act.
The man sitting next to me keeps making jokes to the class, usually in response to the Prof’s jokes. But he isn’t quite loud enough, so it ends up that I’m one of the only people who can hear it and he keeps looking at me to laugh at them or give him some sort of emotional pat on the back. I haven’t acknowledged him in the slightest yet, I keep looking at the screen. Don’t make that eye contact he so desperately needs.
He just did it again, I swear. From now on I’m going to refer to him as “Jublin”.
Jublin almost did it again, he stopped himself and made a “ugh” noise. Maybe he has given up.
I sort of feel like an ass. I could give Jublin a reassuring smile or courtesy laugh, I think that’s what Jeff would do. I’m not sure why I don’t. I could sit in the middle of the class and be close to people; I’m not sure why I don’t. Other than Jublin, the closest person is at least a desk length away and I am in the furthest corner in the back of the room. I do have a few “school friends”, which are people I talk to at school but never hang out with outside of school, but I’m satisfied with the rest remaining among the nameless masses.
Jublin is at it again.
Jublin just referred quite loudly that someone is “whacked”. You can’t make this stuff up.
Class is coming to an end. In 2 hours and 40 minutes I haven’t gotten up or said a single word, took a few notes and wrote out some musings. Now is the most difficult moment to avoid social discourse… packing up chitchat. Most people after sitting quietly for nearly 3 hours need some sort of release or interaction, often times this is when a man like Jublin might venture to start a conversation. I, however, have had nearly 7 years of experience in avoiding people, so I pack up my belongings with all swiftness and am out the door. Success.
As I type, the professor makes jokes as he teaches that has the class in stitches; I’m not laughing. This is all well and good except that it makes certain students want to join in on the act.
The man sitting next to me keeps making jokes to the class, usually in response to the Prof’s jokes. But he isn’t quite loud enough, so it ends up that I’m one of the only people who can hear it and he keeps looking at me to laugh at them or give him some sort of emotional pat on the back. I haven’t acknowledged him in the slightest yet, I keep looking at the screen. Don’t make that eye contact he so desperately needs.
He just did it again, I swear. From now on I’m going to refer to him as “Jublin”.
Jublin almost did it again, he stopped himself and made a “ugh” noise. Maybe he has given up.
I sort of feel like an ass. I could give Jublin a reassuring smile or courtesy laugh, I think that’s what Jeff would do. I’m not sure why I don’t. I could sit in the middle of the class and be close to people; I’m not sure why I don’t. Other than Jublin, the closest person is at least a desk length away and I am in the furthest corner in the back of the room. I do have a few “school friends”, which are people I talk to at school but never hang out with outside of school, but I’m satisfied with the rest remaining among the nameless masses.
Jublin is at it again.
Jublin just referred quite loudly that someone is “whacked”. You can’t make this stuff up.
Class is coming to an end. In 2 hours and 40 minutes I haven’t gotten up or said a single word, took a few notes and wrote out some musings. Now is the most difficult moment to avoid social discourse… packing up chitchat. Most people after sitting quietly for nearly 3 hours need some sort of release or interaction, often times this is when a man like Jublin might venture to start a conversation. I, however, have had nearly 7 years of experience in avoiding people, so I pack up my belongings with all swiftness and am out the door. Success.
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2 comments:
Well here's your emotional pat on the back... :)
I completely relate, because I do the exact same thing. Of course, I do it more often out of shyness or fear than contempt or desire for silence. Mr. Jublin sounds a bit like Aaron the way you describe him.
Oh jeez... Aaron. I should write a blog about him sometime, of course he could be out there reading my blog. Not that it should matter much considering I screamed explitives to his face, what's a few sarcastic comments over the intraweb.
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