One would fall under the assumption that three years into a bachelor that exists to create teachers out of moderately young people, also considering those people have paid over twenty-thousand dollars thus far, those people would start taking their lectures seriously.
One would then come to the realisation that this is, surprisingly, not the case. It is difficult to comprehend that this is so, and it is difficult to believe me when I say that it is, as your mind falls into denial about the fact that these people will one day educate your daughters, sons, nephews and nieces. But do believe me, for today I witnessed something that I had to sacrifice half the attention time I give to my lecturer just so I could observe it again and again to ensure that my mind was not being devious by playing tricks on me. Alas, it was not, and I cannot believe what I saw despite it being utterly real. In fact, it happened right next to me the entire time.
Had I not relocated to the back of the lecture, I would not have witnessed this occurrence. Thanks to the air-conditioner being blasted in the lecture theatre in the icy coldness of winter, I had moved away from my comfort zone. Nevertheless, I was able to witness this bizarre act - the act of the girl seated beside me continuously and repeatedly sticking her arm far out in front of her, holding her phone tightly so as it will not fall, the camera aimed at her face. The girl then proceeded to reach her little thumb out from the side of her phone, aim it directly in the bottom-center of the screen, after which she began to, in an unabating manner, take photographs of herself.
I should not be talking about a fellow peer in this manner, I accept that we live in the twenty-first century and that because of iPhones we are the most narcissistic generation; I should be able to empathise for her, because not only was it a difficult job to get out of bed at eight in the morning and drive to university wherein she had to merely sit and passively accept all of the lecture information being thrown at her - my, what a daunting and tiring thing to do - but she also had to tear herself away from her reflection. Her mirror in the meantime sat all alone at her home so it was only natural for her to revisit it temporarily on her phone.
I should let you know, however, that I acted worse when I was in my first year in lectures. I would conduct Skype webcam chats with my overseas friends and I would have bubblegum chewing competitions and I even turned up drunk off my face for one lecture which happened to be the funniest thing, after attempting to make it up the lecture steps without falling down from laughing too much, because my lecturer that day had decided to play an old video where there were Amish people singing about tradition - mix that with an excessively happy drunk, and chaos ensued.
However, let me reinstate that that was my crazy behaviour in my first year. My first year was a pathway course equivalent to the first year of my bachelor and I only had this sort of fun when nothing important was happening. Now, let me add the contrast: this girl is in a burst subject that occurs over five days, at the cost of $750. Each day contains four-weeks worth of material, which means each lecture is two-weeks worth. Because of her dire need to photograph herself on Snapchat to show the visual of her geographical location, this girl threw away one-weeks worth of learning. She had the opportunity to throw away thirty-minutes worth in her first year like I did.
It just interests me at this point in time. It is so fascinating but also frightening. These people, who have not the ability to lengthen their attention spans over the course of our bachelor, will have their VIT certificate at the end of next year, which means that they will be literal educators. They will be taking a stand as role models for children. They will be yearning for attention, screaming at students to hark. It will be an interesting display - especially when it comes to long meetings and assemblies; I wonder which teachers will be the last ones standing.
I should not be talking about a fellow peer in this manner, I accept that we live in the twenty-first century and that because of iPhones we are the most narcissistic generation; I should be able to empathise for her, because not only was it a difficult job to get out of bed at eight in the morning and drive to university wherein she had to merely sit and passively accept all of the lecture information being thrown at her - my, what a daunting and tiring thing to do - but she also had to tear herself away from her reflection. Her mirror in the meantime sat all alone at her home so it was only natural for her to revisit it temporarily on her phone.
I should let you know, however, that I acted worse when I was in my first year in lectures. I would conduct Skype webcam chats with my overseas friends and I would have bubblegum chewing competitions and I even turned up drunk off my face for one lecture which happened to be the funniest thing, after attempting to make it up the lecture steps without falling down from laughing too much, because my lecturer that day had decided to play an old video where there were Amish people singing about tradition - mix that with an excessively happy drunk, and chaos ensued.
However, let me reinstate that that was my crazy behaviour in my first year. My first year was a pathway course equivalent to the first year of my bachelor and I only had this sort of fun when nothing important was happening. Now, let me add the contrast: this girl is in a burst subject that occurs over five days, at the cost of $750. Each day contains four-weeks worth of material, which means each lecture is two-weeks worth. Because of her dire need to photograph herself on Snapchat to show the visual of her geographical location, this girl threw away one-weeks worth of learning. She had the opportunity to throw away thirty-minutes worth in her first year like I did.
It just interests me at this point in time. It is so fascinating but also frightening. These people, who have not the ability to lengthen their attention spans over the course of our bachelor, will have their VIT certificate at the end of next year, which means that they will be literal educators. They will be taking a stand as role models for children. They will be yearning for attention, screaming at students to hark. It will be an interesting display - especially when it comes to long meetings and assemblies; I wonder which teachers will be the last ones standing.
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