Battle_Korbi

Yay, I realised I am actually quite super sociable for a person but prolonged peer isolation and lack of extracurricular activites or hobbies but what I do makes me a cringe machine I am. Also, the isolation taxes me experience with human contact and fills me with paranoia, and that is why I feel so unsecure in crowded places.

In other words: I needz attention and homyn contekt :3

That is the only way I could solve whatever stupid issues I am dealing with (sans the academical problems, tis I am fucked up in general).

If I only did not live in middle of nowhere and if only gas didn't cost that much money :(

Once the teach' who teaches Croatian in my high school gave me a daunting task: To teach my entire class a lesson for two periods in a row.

I'll rather be doing this again that THAT DAMNED PAPER ARGH.

So, once I got home, I dived unto the task.

I was supposed to give a cover up on "Avangarde" literature both in world and Croatia at the time. Basically those cringy dudes with arms dunked with paint who keep talking shit about how "living is painful" and "Derez nu God hoho", that kinda stuff.

As I am generally quite optimistic and religious, this was a task for myself as well. How can I teach my class about some dudes who masturbated half of the day and wrote about how life is hard in the other part as most of the folks in the region are hard working stronk slavs, so they aren't completely relatable.

Other than me, a guy and a girl were given a same but smaller task they could cover in half of a period work. As I am the "literature specialist" and "dat guy who sez fuck instead of jebo ti pas mater" in my class, it was no wonder that I had to give a massive lecture on these guys. I think this isn't a new thing in school or something, as sometimes another student would jump in for physics or math. It is interesting how kids would rather listen to other kids than to teachers.

And... I worked on the entire afternoon. I prepared the material, lectorated it by myself, evaluated it, drew on it with a marker, and spent rest of the evening being excited/anxious about the tommorow.

Tommorow arrived, I was me, and I was just looking over my stuff, when the teacher presented me and ran to the back of the class.

I was stiff as fuck at the start, but as the time passed, I had grown more casual at this, throwing jokes and comments and interesting facts whenever I had to write something on the blackboard. Of fucking course, my hands were shaking like akimbo vibrators with grapple hooks on them all the time, but still, I did the job, because I AM THE TEACHER NOW I HAVE THE POWAAAAH so I didn't feel like quitting the deal.

Sometimes the guys asked me a question or two, and one guy even adressed me as a professor (and bet how I felt about it. No I was actually beaming with pride), and occasionally I tasked someone to wipe the blackboard to look like I am getting paid for it. I gave references to the textbook (If you turn to page 420 you will see blah blah), and gave a notice if something wasn't refered right in the textbook.

Turns out I finished my lecture a bit early (10 minutes of a 90 minute long sequence), and I felt like giving homework, but sustained myself since not even my professor gives homework anymore. I was escorted with a applause because seeing me doing actual work that could land me a job and I might be good at it apparently makes people impressed. And the teachers congratulated me on my performance ("YAY THAT KIRBY DUDE IS ACTUALLY GOOD AT SOMETHING!")

I rode on the glory even after the boy and the girl did their turns, they tried to copy me and add their own flair, but didn't impress people as I did. The boy was silent most of the time and wrote full sentences on the blackboard, leaving a huge attention gap in between his two three lines. The girl had cut corners, and finished too early, but since they both delivered their assignments fully no one "failed" the task, but hadn't even conquered it like it was a BITCH JUST LIKE I DID.

Yay. I might have a actual profession. Yay.