This is not a good week for sophomores. Today, I am minding my own business, doing my usual poor job of lab assisting (stabbed myself with a staple today trying to pass out papers- I am just not cut out for this work) when this kid 'Alex' stomps into the lab. I think that may be his actual name.
Somehow, in a matter of seconds, Alex managed to make me sympathetic to the lab instructor, quite a feat for someone who has been displeased with her in all three of the years I've known her.
Alex: Am I to understand that we have a lab due the Monday we get back from spring break?
Instructor: That is correct.
Alex: And when are we supposed to work on this lab report?
Instructor: Spring break?
Alex: (stares at instructor like he's about to punch her. really, sitting behind her, I wondered if I should duck)
Instructor: It's been assigned since Monday, so kids could also have worked on it the these four days before break.
Alex: And what about the kids with lab on Thursdays, huh?
Instructor: Hey, for most people this is a working vacation.
Alex: Oh, is that what spring break is now? I see how it is.
He then stares at her for another minute, with a plotting smirk on his face, then angrily stomps off. His body language that spoke more than anything else. He wasn't being smart mouthed, the way he spoke, he was being confrontational, he was ready to pounce.
Sure, we hate work. We complain about it. And work over break is low. But it's also a fact of school. The audacity of this boy. The arrogance. The sense of entitlement. I was actually about to apologize to our instructor on his behalf. But he has rendered me speechless.
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