Yesterday, I made a valiant attempt to go to work and keep my desk chair warm, as per my state-appointed duty, but my immune system just wasn’t having it. As I shuffled out of the office, vaguely dizzy and looking forward to returning to bed, I passed by a group of girls who were also moving at a shuffling gait, towards our program’s conference room. They wore bubblegum pink, shorts with “KANSAS” printed on the posterior, and quilted paisley bags. The gaggle of girls peered uncertainly into the open conference room, shrugged, and followed the ringleader of the bunch inside.
These were not our students. These were econ majors. I had to do something about this!
Hopped up on cold medicine, I took on a firmer stride, marched in, and flushed the gaggle out. The econ people took our lovely old office space; they certainly don’t need to co-opt our current rooms as well, especially not for their underperforming and overall inferior students (36% of whom are on academic probation. As in, making below a 2.0 cumulative GPA). These girls did nothing to dispel the stereotype I have formed in my mind of economics students at our university. No indeed, and they did scatter like pink sparkly sheep when confronted with the force of my authority. And I did laugh, all the way home, and continued to laugh as I tucked my sick self back into bed.
I may be letting my low-level bureaucrat status get to my head. Just a wee little bit.
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