Kabitzing
when you’re at a dinner party and the only thing people talk about is how bad your school is, and you’re just there to endure it.
This dinner party is like a never-ending math class. I want to run away.
My dad said I need to get better grades. I said no and now I have to explain why.
I came for the pizza and got stuck in a conversation about my science grade. It's not worth it.