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I was happy to see her immediately respond.
Sloane:Not much, handsome. Studying for my Educational Technology exam.
Me:I’m just a big dumb football player caveman, so I have no idea what that means.
Sloane:LOL, you’re not dumb.
Me:So I’m just a football playing caveman?
Sloane:Kinda, yeah ;-) Educational Technology is all about using technology to help students learn. Which mostly means simultaneously utilizing AND combating AI use.
Me:Sick. You’re going to be a teacher when you graduate?
Sloane:That’s the plan! I’d like to teach high school, but from everything I’ve read I’m going to have to cut my teeth in middle school first.
Me:Damn. Middle school fucking SUCKS.
Sloane:I know. Thankfully I won’t have to worry about that for two more years. What about you?
Me:I’m not teaching middle school any time soon. Hopefully never.
Sloane: Haha, I meant what are you doing when you graduate?
Me:I’m hoping to get drafted into the NFL.
Sloane: Hoping to? You don’t know yet?
Me:Nope. Knox is definitely getting drafted, probably in the first two rounds. Roman still has another year to play, but he has a solid chance, depending on the class of linebackers next year. But me? Fifty-fifty chance. Probably less than that.
Sloane:Whaaat? But you’re so good!
Me:So are a hundred other wide receivers at bigger schools around the country. I need to put up some BIG numbers this year if I’m going to have a chance.
Sloane:You already have four touchdowns in two games. That’s pretty good.
Me:Did you just Google my stats?
Sloane:Actually I asked ChatGPT for your stats. But yeah, I looked them up.
Me:Damn. AI really is taking over.
Sloane:Tell me about it. Teachers might be obsolete in two years. So if you don’t get drafted, what will you do?
Sloane:Sorry if that’s an intense question. Not trying to interrogate you or anything.
Me:It’s all good. I don’t know what I’ll do, honestly. I’ve kind of been having an existential crisis about it.
Sloane:Existential crisis? Big phrase for a caveman :-)
It was insane how quickly chatting with Sloane improved my mood. All the stress, all the pressure, all theuncertaintyin my life faded away.
Maybe that’s why my fingers sent the next message.
Me:Want to take a break from Educational AI Dread or whatever your class is called?
Sloane:Depends on what you have in mind.
Me:What I have in mind is going over to your place, tearing off your clothes, and fucking you until neither of us can breathe.
