Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire!
What an interesting class!
I don’t know whether it was my strict Ballarat upbringing (lol), or the fact that I have subconsciously developed trust issues throughout my life but today our tutor Mr Elliot Agatha Heatwole (I don’t actually know Elliot’s middle name..) , gave our class, full of post pubescent, hung-over, naïve and somewhat stupid try hard intellects the ultimatum of deciding our fate if we were to be dishonest in our blog audits.
I understand Elliot’s logic- “that if we are dishonest, we are only being dishonest with ourselves” and the guilt of lying every week on that A4 participation sheet would be enough to eat us up inside, and motivate us to do the work honestly. A lot of the classmates seemingly agreed with him, suggesting that we obtain no ramifications for lying on our participation sheet, because the guilt of not doing the work and lying to sweetheart Elliot Agatha, would be all too much to bare.
Im sorry classmates, I love you all (well most of you) but you’re full of shit. There is no way that you are going to feel guilty about not doing blog posts when you’re out drinking at the pub with your mates Wednesday after tute. I for one would not feel guilty, as id personally rather indulge in watching an Offspring episode on a Wednesday night, rather than trying to become engaged with boring readings and smash out an insightful and witty blog post. So, being the honest and somewhat pushover person that I am, I argued that we should cop at least some form of punishment for lying, even if its getting a few marks taken off here and there or even just a light spanking- nothing to dramatic. Unfortunately my fellow try hard hipster, free spirited, “just be honest with yourself dude” classmates were not feelin’ my suggestions. Okay, I even tried to appeal to the party animals of the class and suggested that if you lie, you have to do shots, or shout the class drinks, or just bring along a good old goon sack to class!
By and large, I was out voted. We ended up selecting the ‘no punishment’ method… Why aren’t I jumping for joy that I don’t have to do work? I should be stoked- not dumbfounded.
Maybe I’m just a naughty girl who likes to get punished.
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