…pretend to have read the reading and prayed you wouldn’t be cold-called.
...PRETEND TO HAVE READ THE READING AND PRAYED YOU WOULDN’T BE COLD-CALLED.
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Remember those late nights, or more accurately, those early mornings, cramming hundreds of pages before your 9 AM seminar? We’ve all been there. The syllabus promised enlightenment, but delivered a torrent of dense texts and obscure theories. Then came the dreaded cold-call.
You'd walk into that intense classroom, desperately hoping a quick skim of the intro and conclusion would magically manifest as deep understanding. Your heart would pound as the professor paused, scanning faces, a predatory glint in their eye. Every fiber of your being screamed, "Don't look at me!" You'd nod sagely, secretly just trying to keep up. When someone else got called, immense, shameful relief washed over you, quickly replaced by guilt.
It wasn't just about reading; it was strategy. Learning to synthesize information at lightning speed, to sound intelligent even when utterly lost. It was about surviving the pressure cooker, developing an intellectual agility only we truly understand. This wasn’t a flaw; it was a testament to the sheer volume, impossible standards, and our collective resilience. It’s part of our shared experience, a quiet nod among those who’ve truly walked these hallowed halls.