“Excuse me?” This girl who was sitting two seats away from me in my chemistry lecture hall was talking to me. So I look up from my cell phone (mid-text) and from my Sodoku puzzle (that I was nearly complete) and go “Yes?”
Then she smiles at me and goes “Would you happen to have the notes from the lecture on Tuesday?”
A perfect stranger was asking me for my notes so she could copy them because she, for some reason, wasn’t there that day. Now I could have been nice and gave her the benefit of the doubt and assume that she was sick. But I really not a very nice individual to people that I don’t know and nor am I particularly generous to people that I don’t know when there’s about a million other reasons why they could have not been in class on Tuesday. They could have slept in, been really hung over, been drinking in the afternoon, eating a really long lunch, having sex, sleeping in the library during their break, just really didn’t feel like going or decided that their time (for a course that they paid for, in advanced) was better spent doing other things, like burning ants with magnifying glasses or kicking small children.
Either way, I told her that I had them. Her face lit up and her eyes went a little wider, her smile a little more broad.
“Could I borrow them?”
I smiled at her, this fake cheery smile and then I go “No, sorry, I don’t lend my notes out to people that I don’t know. But I’m sure someone will let you see their notes.”
I’m such a bitch sometimes. That being said, I am willing to lend my notes to people that I know and people that I actually believe when they tell me that they’re sick. For example, if M from my biology class were to tell me that he was sick one day and needed notes, I would believe him. Why? Because he’s attended very single biology lecture (that I know of) since I’ve met him and he’s attended every single biology lab (we have the same lab time) since the beginning of the course. Plus he’s a sweetheart and I’d trust him not to lie to me. However, if J from my chemistry class were to tell me that she was sick last Thursday and wanted to see my notes, I’d politely inform her that I don’t have them on me (lies, lies!). Why? Because she’s skipped about half of the lectures so far and we’ve only had eight lectures since the beginning of the term.
I take back the ‘I’m such a bitch sometimes’ comment. It’s more like, I’m practical and generous to those who deserve it.