Mr. Booth: Performative Man

By Josie Hess

     Nestled into the halls of the G400’s, a classroom stands as a beacon of aesthetic PowerPoints and performative feminist literature. Truly, all Mr. Colin Booth is missing is a tote bag and a matcha.  

     The curriculum of Mr. Booth's classroom is almost solely focused on feminist literature, effects of racism, and the Holocaust- admittedly topics that should be taken more seriously by his students (who cannot stop with the brainrot this year- isn't the class of 2028 inspiring?). Between their neon slideshow presentation themes to their poorly hidden figures of male anatomy on the whiteboard, this year’s students stand as an example of what not to do when reading firsthand accounts of history’s key issues.  

     Additionally, the essay topics Mr. Booth allows in his class are pretty much anything that will break up the monotony of poorly written, two-page, soulless, “I-know-this-took-you-less-than-an-hour-to-write-even-though-I-gave-you-two-weeks” book reports. Generously, as long as you can string together a somewhat cohesive sentence, Mr. Booth will grade it. At a certain point, students must wonder if the only person Mr. Booth won't call a bonehead is his wife.  

The definite upside to sitting through the most anti-Alabama, pro-feminist class you’ll ever attend? Mr. Booth radiates enough cheerful caffeine to wake up the whole room. All in all, we have some notes. 

Photo by Josie Hess.