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TIFU be complaining during an online class

Hey,

So this just happened and I wanna bury my head in the sand.

I'm an engineering student and this year, my college decided that we all needed to get some economics in our cvs. I'm not making any judgemnts, I just don't like it, cause I feel like I didn't sign up for this. As such I'm a bit extra frustrated with having to study this alongside other hard stuff.

So, today, we were talking about production–possibility frontier which, in case you don't know, describes a semi-parabola, and the teacher asked someone to find a point on a graph. Since the class is online, as usual nobody answered and, somehow, and I still can't figure out why, my teacher thought that the problem was that we didn't know how to solve a quadratic equation, and then, she started teaching university engineering students how to solve a damn quadratic equation. Now, I was already fed up with having to wake up to have this class, and now sleepy me would have to endure a 20 minute explanation on pre secondary school maths. I got a little pissed. Thus, I started very ironically immitating the teacher like ohhh look, that's a quadratic equation, uhhhhh yes square root of 4ac over 2a yehhhhhhh. Was this the best decision I ever made? No. But in my poor, weak teenage mind I thought my mic was off (the magic of online classes).

It wasn't.

There was a moment of silence in which I thought all this had been a stupid joke only I had heard; and then I looked at the screen, my mic was on. The teacher, on what I can only describe as slow motion, said It's a lot of learning, I know. I was like Nah this isn't happening to me; and then the messages started falling, oh the messages. My phone started going wild, buzzing all over the place, it looked like everyone I damn know was texting me laughing. Oh god. All this was happening at the same time so I just mumbled to the teacher like Indeed Ms. x, it's a lot, and didn't say anything since.

Now I'm in that weird stage in which I know I'll be laughing at this is in a few hours, but not yet. I wanna die hard.

Good thing u can die more if your already dead inside :)

TL;DR: Ironically commented on an online class thinking my mic was turned off, turns out it wasn't.

Update: Nothing of special has come from this "incident" so far apart from the fact that the teacher posted the recording of the class online (very nice already) with the comment mind your microphones :). I'm dead.

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