something i also sometimes call poser academia, dumbass academia, cringefail loser academia, fakedemia, etc. this is self descriptive btw.
nice teacups full of energy drinks because coffee is gross
being on some augustus waters shit with an unlit cigarette, or alternately, always having a toothpick in your mouth
struggling so much with reading like... chapter 3 of λόγος or something, but feeling smug about it because at least you're trying
only knowing the common latin phrases that made it over to the vernacular, but using them often anyway
carrying an ereader (with your lexicon and a bunch of classics on it) around because it's lighter, but still having a fancy case for it that makes it look leatherbound
annotations when reading, but they're so unserious and not very insightful
sitting in a nice library, but listening to library background noise videos because the actual noises are annoying
fancy fountain pen brand, but you bought the ballpoint version
raising your hand in class all the time, but it's just to clarify that you're understanding the concepts right and not because you have anything useful to say
having a 'going outside' wardrobe that's leagues nicer than your basic graphic tees and pyjama pants you wear at home
not sacrificing your sleep for a better grade, getting a worse grade, and laughing it off
loving being corrected on something because it means you're learning
a fancy flask full of anything but alcohol
hanging out at a different school's library because it has better vibes
preferring the comedic, accessible, or 'low brow' translations and adaptations of classics
being really into something unacademic, like the gym or celebrity drama, and analysing it the same way you would your studies and making it aesthetic
keeping a commonplace book but it's full of memes and very basic concepts that still feel revolutionary to you
describing plots of classic literature like it's gossip
getting super into something for 3 weeks, getting bored of it and quitting, but then! getting into it again a few years later and now you have all the equipment for it
keeping a cigarette box full of rolled up drawings or poems and giving them out to people as though you're offering them a smoke
having a conversation, not understanding something, and looking it up on your phone
messy handwriting, but not in an aesthetic way
only being capable enough in a skill to do simple drills (scales instead of songs, simple movements instead of dances, colour mixing tests instead of complete paintings)
being really bad at games like chess
constantly losing all your nice things, so most of the time you have to use the boring version of them
listening to genres other than jazz or classical
eating some random bullshit you found in the fridge but plating it on fine china and serving it to yourself on a silver platter
'why the hell would i know that?' about some really basic thing
