Fluffy But Passing Micros

At the beginning of this semester, my microbiology lecturer announced that our class was to be her new guinea pigs. She had come up with a new form of lecturing and she was going to try it on us, then submit a paper regarding the applicability of this teaching method. At the time I thought it was a joke and swiftly moved on with my life. Over the past few weeks however, I have noticed that I am most definitely a guinea pig.

This means that my class is now situated in a computer lab where we have instant access to all relevant reading materials, we often form groups to discuss whatever boring as hell paper she has given us and I am told that as of next week we will be receiving video phone calls from respected microbiologists to tell us about said boring papers.

As if this wasn’t enough it seems that one of the things she has done in her new teaching style is to award virtual badges for tasks well done. These badges can then be used to negotiate marks for us borderline cases who are always skirting the ridge of losing a friend as well as for those people who have 29 less friends but still need an extra percentage to reach that 80%.

This has turned my class into a complete laughing stock. Everyone is trying literally everything in their power to gain badges without much thought as to how funny this must be for my lecturer. We have become her minions and if she had to tell us to jump for a badge, we would go out and by a trampoline to make sure we got the highest. And I have a sneaky suspicion that Prof is sitting in her office and having a good laugh at all of us idiots.

So today, in an attempt to get a badge, I spent hours combing through 9Gag, YouTube and even a couple scientific journals in order to find something semi-interesting to post on the Facebook page (apparently we get badges for interaction) and when I eventually found something, I rushed over to the page only to find that it was already there and had in fact been posted by someone else.

It is official, my completely unfounded hate for the girl who got there first is evidence that not only have I been a guinea pig in someone’s social experiment but I have fallen for it hook, line and sinker. Problem is that because I am so incredibly stupid, and have a wonderful social life, I have absolutely no choice but to continue being a guinea pig, get back onto 9Gag, and beat the bitch to it.

Just call me fluffy.