The quintessential Gen Xers (you know, mid-30s to 40 somethings) treat the most mundane discussions in class like they could possibly be the only opportunity for their 15 minutes of fame. Over-eager. Talking to hear themselves talk. I mean, I can respect that if a 45-year-old with two kids and a full-time job has made the sacrifices to get her MBA, she wants to make the most of it, but COME ON*. I am not interested in why Josie Talks-a-Lot is annoyed by 2-page e-mails, nor do I want to know how many times she's willing to replay a voicemail before she gives up on trying to record the caller's garbled message. I'll admit, it's partially the professor's fault for even opening Pandora's box about personal annoyances in the workplace. But he's an aging Boomer so it makes sense that he's getting off on class participation.
For the love of God, pragmatic Gen Xers, take a seat. I'm a Millenial dammit and I want to make something happen. I don't want to be a part of your self-important circle jerk while you vie for the professor's attention. Don't worry, he's going to like you anyway. He'll appreciate your diversity and your experience. But I see through your bullshit, and I'm paying $214 a class to learn from the man up front and from you. Yes, kinky-haired hippie in the third row, I'm actually curious as to what your time in the West Indies taught you about effectively deploying a marketing strategy for a start-up nonprofit. But please, kinky-haired hippie, don't bore me with your pet peeves. You'll get your time in the limelight later. Now earn it.
*My communications professor strictly instructed us to not SHOUT via ALL CAPS in our professional e-mails. $214/class.
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These people have a name in Law School. They are the great Satan of graduate school. They are gunners, and they will all go to hell, if you believe in that. If not, they will live very lonely existences until they do expire.
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