Some people are just immediately unlikable. I find this to be especially true of elitists. It’s so sad when people feel the need to justify their intelligence or prove how special they are in gaudy performative shows. If you’re self-assured and truly smart, there is no need to flex! 

Every time I log into my theology class “Do Cats Comprehend God?” with Father Steck, New South Residential Minister and vegetarian quesadilla gremlin, I come face to face with such an attitude. It’s so frustrating to even express. 

Carey Smith, SFS ‘23 and obvious CULP major, needs to calm down. I swear EVERY TIME I hop on that zoom call, she rubs her smart-ass elitism in my face with her Georgetown sweatshirt. Every. Time. She sits so smugly in her overly back-lit study nook, grinning at her own brilliance, subtly looking down to make sure the full “GEORGETOWN” is still in frame. As if we could forget. Carey, you might be chewing on your pen right now, trying to act like this isn’t intentional, but I know what you’re trying to say. 

Believe me Carey, we get it! You attend a top-ranked university with access to world-class faculty in an international city with incredible connections and opportunities! You’re in the freakin Edmund A Walsh School of Foreign Service! You’re smart as fuck.

 I just don’t need to be reminded of it every time you turn on your camera, chewing cunningly on your pen cap, flexing your institutional privilege and mega IQ every time I look at you. 

Oh Carey, sweet Carey. You make me sick.