Awkward.

[It's the start of the new semester, and the teachers are handing out the journals "we'll" be writing in during reflection time in class. Journals are passed out to my right, and run out just before getting to me.]

Tess: "That works out well!"
Me: "I know, right?"

[The stack of journals coming from the left also runs out one person before me. This girl, instead of realizing this happened for a reason, freaks her shit.]

Girl: "WE NEED ANOTHER ONE FOR WREN."
Me: "No, I don't."
Adrian: "She doesn't need one!"

Girl: *assumes we're both joking*
Girl: "WE NEED ANOTHER JOURNAL!" D:<
Adrian: "No, we really don't!"

[All classroom activity grinds to a halt, and everyone, including the Dean and all six assembled professors, stops and stares. Someone on the far end of the classroom flings a journal at her out of desperation, and she presents it to me triumphantly.]

Me: "Er, thanks, but I don't use them."
Girl: *absolutely aghast* "Why not?"

Class: *Is she serious?*
Me: *smashes face into laptop repeatedly*

She stared at me for the rest of the class period.