I’ve not heard a moan on a computer in class in a long time. Sophomore year I was in a literature class about Rome, of course, and I was sitting in the back of the classroom. I like sitting in the back because you get to see another side of people, and funny enough, most people reveal a lot more to their classmates than you’d think.  That’s why the back of class is so much fun, someone’s watching sports, another person is writing to a professor and someone else is catfishing a pedophile. 

Anyway, this “fella” (more of a fart smella in my opinion) opened his laptop and the second the screen was lifted, “UUUHHHHoooooooooooommyyGOOODD!” floats ever so lightly over the room like a soft breeze would, interrupting the flow of the lecture. And then, of course, everyone pretended we didn’t know that 20 minutes before class started this guy was on his computer “congratulating himself.”

He was an Econ guy, so I first thought he was watching “I demand your supply.” Then I noticed it was actually in black and white, so maybe it was a tasteful, arthouse rendition of 12 angry men. But it was also quite whimsical. I quickly glanced at his screen and saw he was watching “Willie Wanker and the Fudge Packing Factory” (a real film). 

It’s funny how you only ever hear that out of a guy’s laptop. Although, last year I was sitting in class and a girl sat down next to me and dropped her Penrose copy of “A Court of Thorns and Roses” next to me. And of course I said, ”Oh that looks good, what’s it about?”

As he left class I followed him down the hall and floated the delicate question: ”Big BDSM guy, huh?” he turned to me and said “Shut the heck up. You didn’t see anything.” Next time you come to Greek and Roman don’t forget your tissues.