We went to a seminar at Texas A&M; at the Riverside campus; at the world renown Bee Lab; and there was a very important question in our session as we were running short of time.
“Who is the meanest person in the room?”
Unabashedly, I raised my hand.
“You? OK That’s great. Let me know when we hit 1:30 pm. My time is up. I need you to keep me on time.”
Ok….not to mock the grad student who didn’t have a watch or an IPhone with an alarm. Really? You have the timeline for an egg thru pupation of a Queen Bee down to a science, but you can’t time yourself for your section of a lecture?
Not to disparage an intellectual who can’t tell time, or a great university who can’t plan a seminar without scheduling breaks or working their sections on time……oh wait. I think I have just figured out what makes me the meanest person in the room…..I hold people accountable to their actions.
We live in a world filled with arrogant jerks. I’m not sure how we make it out of this stupid generation.
Holding the intentionally unaccountable– accountable, I’m the meanest person in the world.
When a world class institution needs this kind of help (telling time without the class bell)….we have to ask important questions like WTF?
When does the esoteric become the ridiculous? When the nicest person you know has lost their niceness.
Times have oficially become really dangerous.