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Sunday, April 26, 2009
To the Girls in the Back Row
I know that you have important things to talk about. There's that one cute boy that texted "hi." There's the way your feet look in your new pointy shoes. There is also the topic that the group is discussing in this very room. The discussion led by the speaker up front. What? You can't join in? Why not? Oooooh. Because you don't know what the topic is. Why is that? Because you were talking? Hmm. Trying to think of a solution.... Because I know your discussion in the back of the room is very important. And we wouldn't want to interfere with that discussion. Maybe we could have the speaker talk quieter? Or shorten his/her lesson/speech/discussion plan so you have sufficient time for your discussion? I know that we will come up with something. Because that text? So important. These are the details that will impact THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. Like, what did that "hi" mean? Was it a group text, out of boredom, or did that "hi" come from his heart? I'm certain that the speaker can have nothing to say that compares to the weighty conversation you are holding. Well, I mean, that's obvious. Because why else would you have the conversation in the middle of a group of people, who are all trying to participate? Obviously whatever you are discussing is so important, it can't wait for 20 minutes. SO important, the speaker would agree that it is not inconsiderate at all that you are discussing it while he/she leads the discussion, because his/her hours of preparation are NOTHING to the gravity of your situation. I mean, WHAT will you text back?
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if it's any comfort they'll move the conversation to the hallway once they have kids... you'll never see them in class again. because of the kids. right.
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