Sweet lady irony rears her head (hurrah for mixed metaphors)

In English today, we discussed the importance of considering audience when writing. To build this skill, the class broke into groups to come up with pro- and con- arguments intended for a particular audience. The topic: the drinking age.

None of the members of my group seemed to want to do anything. One seemed bored and unmotivated, another seemed unsure of his ideas, and the third seemed...drunk.

Maybe I'm being overly harsh. Maybe she was just really tired. Then again, maybe she was high. I don't know. But she seemed drunk. She didn't seem to have all her cognitive skills at her fingertips. She was giggly and sometimes burst out with random thoughts: "Oh, I just realized! A private eye could be a private eye, but also a private I, like a private investigator!" (This topic derailed our class for 5 minutes.) She complimented me on my handwriting several times. Except for my "d"s. She liked her own "d"s better. She sat on the table instead of a chair.

I guess I've done that before, though. In class, no less. But that was AcaDeca, not English 102. And I wasn't drunk.

And I feel really mean now. Still, the irony's too good to pass up.