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Anon: ETSU Weeb

Scene: Fall 2011, ETSU Campus



There are quite a few weebs on the ETSU campus that I’ve run across during my enrollment on the ETSU campus. But one in particular I had firsthand experience with.



J was 20, into anime and Japanese, but wouldn’t be very vocal about it, either showing in actions or an annoying “Nyaa~” now and then. She was always wearing a hoodie that either had cat ears sewn on the hood or with a knitted hat that had cat ears/eyes.



The first time I had met her was in my Principles of Interaction class. We were learning website design, basic Flash programming and how to make a game. She always kept to herself and really didn’t mingle with those in the class. She was part of the anime club on campus as well, but I didn’t know how well that she knew the members.



The first in-class project was to make a portfolio website about all the art we’ve done in the DIGM program so far; the process involved us going around to each other’s screens to see each student’s website (the whole class, but it was about 14 people).

When we get to J’s monitor, I was greeted with a bright teal website with yellow stripes that had hard to read text and Black Butler fanart as the background images. Our teacher is a rough-n-tough matter of fact type of guy, flatly asking us if that was a good color scheme for the site. Almost all of us shook our head.



“It looks like a fansite of some sort. And that you’re promoting this character,” he stated. “Make it less like a neon sign and show some other cool stuff on the page.”



“But Sebastian’s cool!” J protested.



“Did you draw it?”



Apparently she did. “All right then, show it as a piece in your gallery. Your site looks messy rignt now and it needs to be cleaner.”



She looked a bit hurt at all of this (all of us received harsh criticism from the teacher as we were apparently all noobs at making websites) so it wasn’t a happy day for anybody.



Come one week later. Our teacher’s instruction at our lack of progress was to mimic the website desgin of a big company/name website and try to incorporate elements into our own. Many had greatly improved with just this tip.

J apparently did this, but when it came to review her website, once more we saw the teal green/yellow design.



“This your new site?” The teacher asked.



J nodded. Sebastian was smaller and more into the corner, the text was placed more on the teal and made yellow, but it was still an eye-burning website.



My teacher didn’t say anything for a moment. “Still looks like neon, character’s there but you downsized him, and the text is hard to read. This needs to go. Start from scratch.”



“But I modeled it after a big website!”



“Oh? Who? Cause this is a really crappy color scheme.”



Lo and behold J pulls up the Funimation website.



“That’s a bad website design. Looks too indie and unprofessional.”



“But Funimation is a big name known in anime entertainment.”

“I don’t care. They’re bad web designers. Pick a different model.”



That was the end of that. She did change her website design and would get it in her head that pushing anime into her designs wouldn’t cut it for the class.



Fast forward to my last semester in college two years later; J is in my class again. There was a girl in my class that I’ll call Chi; we used to be friends but had a spat over some senseless thing she did. But she was Asian (Malaysian specifically) She liked anime too but was too much of an introvert. She would gripe about people inviting her into public to go eat and stuff, never liked being around guys, list goes on.



But every time J would see her, J would do this scurry crouch thing and grab her shoulders, resting her chin on her. “CHIIIIIN! Oh you’re sooo cute!!” (See what I did there?) Chi would laugh it off (either she was too embarrassed that she didn’t like it or), but she would seemed annoyed about it as time went on.



Two weeks before the semseter ended, we’re the full-fledged graduates of our DIGM program. As such, the teacher (another one thankfully) wanted a big party/showcase thing to go down the night before graduation, so we were all supposed to do a photoshoot on a greenscreen.



We had all just lined up outside as the teacher was explaining what she had planned and what would be going on. After being informed and we’re taking turns, I’m just keeping to myself and taking it with stride when a shoe lands a few feet away from me.

A fricking shoe. From up above.



Then I hear this “Waaaa!~ I don’t wanna have my picture taken!”



I turn to see J on the ground sprawled out with her face in the ground twenty feet away from me, doing this tantrum sort of thing. She was barefoot, one shoe next to her and the other being the one not far from me.



I could not believe my eyes. A 20 year old woman throwing a tantrum on the sidewalk about having her picture taken. That sealed the deal about her weebishness.



Chi was staring at the whole thing with a speechless look on her face. Most of the students just ignored her. She did grudgingly get her picture taken when her turn came.



I saw her during the party but after that no more. That was the last of J that I heard of and her weebish ways.