Depressing/hilarious conversation in class the other day:
Kid in my Aboriginal Studies class who spends the summers on reserves doing missionary work (!) -- I need a projector for my presentation because I have a power-point.
Long suffering, but patient TA -- You should have given me notice because we don't have one here now.
(Pointing to the overhead projector in the corner) Annoying girl who says stuff like, "I'm a real Torontonian, like, I grew up down-town"and "I studied Native literature last year in grade 12; I've, like, read Joseph Boyden"-- Isn't that one?
TA: No.
Other hipster Christian missionary (seriously, what is up with all the missionaries in my Aboriginal Studies class? How do they not feel awkward when we discuss the cataclysmic effect that the missionaries had on First Nations? Um, cultural genocide, yo!) -- No, that's a super old-school magnifier.
Other student young enough to be my daughter -- Haha, yeah, the one you could draw on and stuff!
Me (in my head) -- Old? When I was in school that was all we used! Wah, wah.
That's so depressing. I don't even want to know what they'd have said if they had to watch a filmstrip. Or a vhs. I feel so old.
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