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One day during my first semester of freshman year, I got to my BIO 115 class like 20 minutes early for some reason.
There wasn’t really anyone else in the lecture hall when I got there, and I didn’t have anything better to do, so I sat on one of the aisle seats, pulled out my laptop and headphones, and opened up YouTube to kill some time before class.
I clicked on that day’s Good Mythical Morning, which I hadn’t seen yet. “4 Weird Things You Can Do With Potatoes” seemed like an okay thing to watch in a relatively public space.
I was a fool.
At about 8:00 in I realized I might want to put this away, some students were starting to show up and I was getting more and more anxious someone would see a weird frame and judge me.
A couple minutes later, I felt someone standing the aisle behind me, looking at my laptop. "Oh no," I thought, thinking there would be a confused classmate giving me a judgey look.
When I turned my head I saw none other than Dr. Hickey, my probably-70-something biology professor, who I was at time too ignorant to know how much I should respect him.
He said something to me, and I said something back, but I can't remember what and honestly it doesn't matter because the image on my laptop at that precise moment was this:
