elisepls: an essay
*first week of my media class- I walk in. Make friends with the person sitting next to me, all is good and we're basically friends now*
*second week- I walk in. some shit took my seat. that's okay...I'll just sit next to this other girl. We talk, we're friends, it's cool.*
*third week- I walk in. The tables are all rearranged into a box formation. Fuck. Where do I sit. I look at this chick who I have never seen before in class and take a seat next to her.*
*when i sit down i notice everyone is looking at me. wtf?*
person next to me: Okay can we start class now?
me: wat
*i look to the person next to me. it's the fucking tutor.
I sat next to my fucking tutor.
I couldn't recognise my tutor.
I sat next to my tutor...on her fucking table.
ON HER FUCKING TABLE.
...and I'm the only one who has to turn around to look at the projector.*













