I said the ANTI-MLA.
For those that do not know, MLA is a standardized form of citing your sources in the USA to avoid plagairism.
In other words, you no fit carry person's work of the internet or somewhere without saying you did it. No copy and paste, no dubs,
Except you let the reader know you did it.
Now, i am not anti MLA, but some dude i met is. I am sure you are wondering why in the world i am writing about this. Well, you are about to find out.
My english class, surprisingly, is one of my faves this semester. Thats because we dont write as many papers, discuss figurative speech, or any of that boring crap.
A typical day in this class involves loud arguments over racism, gay marriage, britney spears, obama, the iraqi war, michael jackson, femininity, amongst other things.
Y'all know (or maybe you don't) that i love such arguments, which is why i love this class.
But one day, something went terribly wrong.....
So, in my school, you are only allowed for absences for the semester, regardless of the class. So if you stab (miss) class more than 4 times, there will be repercussions. By the 3rd week of school however, everyone is pretty much settled into their classes anc schedules and such. I love my class. Everyone in my class is great in different ways, and we have become like family, including the instructor, who is a yound intelligent graduate student.
One day, this random guy who talks loudly came into the class 10 mins late. We all looked at him funny. I personally thought that maybe he came into the wrong class by mistake, but apparently, he was enrolled for that class. He just didn't feel like coming till the 3rd week of school i guess.
Right away, we notice how obnoxious he is, but not in an in-your-face way. You know one of those people who feel they are smart and everyone else below them, but they feel sorry for us minions/goblins, and so they take pity on us? And talk to us in a nice-put down kinda way?
He is one of those people.
Can't stand such people, personally. A little hint of my nature: I love to tackle guys who think they have it all but some and reduce them to nothingness :)
But moving on.
He is a white male, with black tousled hair and a black goatee. I usually don't go into such details, but this time i make the exception. He looks frumpy, but not too frumpy. I am giving you his description in case you see him (or me) on tv one day. So, in a previous class, some people had asked the instructor (i'll call her L) to go over the whole MLA thing in the next class. So she came, and went over where to cite, how the works cited page should be, etc. She also got us a step by step handout on how to use our online library resources to find sources for our papers. In layman's terms, we have to use some stuff on our school library website to find stuff like articles for our papers. We cannot go on google and find random stuff. That is how it is in all english classes at my school, and any idiot who has taken an english class knows this.
So when L asks "Any questions?", The dude--and i'll call him dude from now on-- asked out loud, and not in an orderly fashion:
"Why do we have to do this? Why can't i go on google? Isn't it the same article i will end up using at the end of the day?"
CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE JUST MANAGED TO ASK THE DUMBEST QUESTION IN EDUCATION'S HISTORY!
And so ensued an argument between dude and L. At first, no one cared, and no one was listening. But after 15 mins, he was still asking stupid questions, and using an arrogant, i-know-it-all-and-you-don't-know-jack tone with L. L was obviously trying very hard not to loose her cool. One of the questions he asked was
"What qualifies you to tell me i am wrong?" (talking to L)
Now, that was just plain rude. After whispering to my friend (urm, her PhD?), I raised my hand amd said in a nice tone
"I don't mean to be rude to anyone, but can we move on for God's sake"
And then he threw me a nasty look and continued arguing in a masked, tense, controlling voice. He even had the audacity to state "I don't need to look up articles for my paper. My thoughts are better than anything in the New York Times or The Economist"
At that point the americanized part of me, so to speak, issued a "ding!" of warning well known to everyone. It screamed AW HELL NO!
People in class started murmuring, because the argument had gone on back and forth for 20 mins, and was getter more and more terse and tense as time passed. Then my friend, as older black lady with 3 kids, spoke up:
"Baby (addressing dude), i drive up 2 hours and 3o mins everyday for this class, please let us not take up all the time on this"
That was not a direct quote, but she did call him baby and mention the 2 hour 30 min drives.
To which he replied, "Well, shaq!" and said some other stuff..... But you could tell that he wanted to call her a negro, but didn't want to come and and say it directly. Now, in the south, there still some hidden racial tension going on, and so, at that, the whole class went into a frenzy. The dude got up, and i don't know w hat he was about to do, but next thing i noticed, he had left class, and so had L.
This happened about 1 1/2 weeks ago. Because of this incident, the amount of student shootings that have gone on in this year in this country, and the fact that we have lost 3 students this semester to shootings (all very, very seperate events: one guy shot his gf and himself, and 2 weeks later another random girl was found shot dead in her house in a town 3 hours away), we had to write statements and give them to the dean. We had the right to not have our names mentioned for our safety. We also had to lock ourselves into the class, so that we could open it from the inside and run if necessary (he was banned from the class and not allowed near the perimeter) but he also could not come in. And now, we have had to change classes to another one upstairs, but we cannot put a sign in the old classroom saying where the new class is.
I told me friend what happened. She had only 2 things to say to me:
"Honeywell, you are the only person i know that can find themselves inside one kind of dramatic situation or the other"
"Next time, for heavens sake shut up and mind your business"
But what is the point of God creating me, if i cannot speak up when evil rears its head? Or in a less figurative manner, when i see something wrong?