If you're not a fan of The Office or, to a lesser extent Modern Family, you're not going to understand what I'm talking about.
Today I asked the language assistant were she gets these containers that're sturdy and stack-able. They don't look modern or appealing but they're extremely practical and I'd like to have some sort of storage system for my afternoon classes so they can have long-term projects that span over one class. And a place to keep their notebooks so I can mark them as I please. A co-teacher intervenes in the conversation preaching that they're quite expensive and I should ask the school to buy them.
"Well, [co-teacher],when can we do that?"
"Maybe next time."
Meaning ...?
And that's when I realized at times like this I do The Halpertian Stare. I turn my head into a vacant space in the room and stare blankly searching for someone in that space to relate to in this perplexing and frustrating situation. I presume my eyes are slightly sad or sighing. But nobody sees or understands. Meanwhile, the sane employees of Dunder Mifflin as well as the Dunphy and Pritchett families have a camera lodged in the fourth wall and an audience of a million plus to flash their straight face of negativity that cries for any form of escape or salvation.
Moments like this don't bother me anymore, I'm starting to realize I watch way too much TV, by which I mean Netflix. And too much vegging out is reason number three for starting Korean classes.
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