Class Activities: The Workout No One Signed Up For

Some people genuinely enjoy class activities. I am not one of them. To me, these so-called “fun” sessions are just disguised sports — except instead of running, you're shifting tables like you're training for a furniture-lifting championship. I find absolutely zero joy in scooting around on the floor just to guess which organism eats frogs. Couldn’t we just do that while sitting at our desks like normal humans?

I remember this one time in my language class, our teacher made us re-arrange our entire classroom for an “interesting” activity. We spent ten minutes shifting our tables just to sit in mismatched groups, and do our work individually like we would’ve done without this whole hassle. What was the point of making us do unpaid labor for ten minutes then?!


Most of the class activities are sessions of arm work disguised as “fun” and “exciting”. This other time, our teacher once again made us shift and move our desks for a group activity. This time, she gave us dictionaries, and we had to find synonyms for the words in a paragraph. There was only one person finding all the synonyms. The others would just copy whatever they wrote. I highly doubt it was a unique, thought provoking activity, as my teacher described it.

As you can tell by now, I perceive these activities as a useless effort of re-arranging tables and chairs. It’s never something worth the hard work. The worst part is all this occurs in the worst periods as well! The horrendous times of the day, when our energy is non-existent (which is the entire day, but that’s unimportant).

Maybe I am a boring person for speaking out against class activities. But let’s be clear — I don’t mind wasting a lesson chatting with friends in the name of a class activity. I do mind becoming a part-time furniture mover every time someone says, “This will be fun.”

– Hoor, Unofficial Classroom Table Shifter




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