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When class is so boring you zone out and don't remember anything the prof said or anything you did for the entire 1 hr 15min.
Mina: "Omg class was sooo boring today."
Leena: "I know, I zoned out and then I looked down and I had notes and I didn't remember taking them."
Mina: "Class blackout, nbd."
english class but it's not english
Random Person: Hindi class is fun but basically English
Random friend: True, bro
A class trial is a debate where the students taking part are trying to figure out which one of them killed another student
From the game Danganronpa
During the Class Trial you will present your arguments for who the killer is, and vote for ¨whodunnit¨ ~Monokuma
noun, pejorative adjective. A group of people in a society caught in a cycle of grinding prosperity. Focusing their energy on paid employment to maintain their lifestyle, they have little interest in long term careers, social, or political engagement or advancement. Unlike slug labor, their education ranges from nil to advanced.
Members of the slug class just work to work and don't venture to improve their condition through social or political activism. They believe that the system cannot or should not be changed, manipulated, or subverted for any reason. They generally don't think about what is happening unless it is narrowly focused on their present job, living situation, or eminent personal danger. Resistant to challenging or even discussing the status quo, social pressure within their social group tends to reinforce this mindset.
Referring to Mike Judge's masterwork, "Office Space", the character Peter Gibbons experiences an epiphany and rises out of the slug class; he realizes there is something wrong but cannot act towards his own advancement until this epiphany.
Peter Gibbons: So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, um...every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.
Dr. Swanson: What about today? Is today the worst day of your life?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Dr. Swanson: Wow, that's messed up.
LCAS aka leaving cert applied
person 1: oh look there’s the dole class
person 2: oh you mean a bunch of clapped lazy cunts
A person who thinks they can tell someone with a working class occupation (tradesperson/retail staff/food prep or service etc) how to do their job because 'how difficult can it be really'.
The typical class 'splainer has a degree level education or higher and seems to think their 2:2 in music tech qualifies them to explain plumbing to a plumber. You might overhear a class 'splainer lecture a 19 year old part time sales assistant on stock rotation before asking 'what kind of opperation are you running here', insisting that running out of a particular item is 'ridiculous' and demanding 100% discount for the inconvenience.
Some class 'splainers don't have much educational attainment but instead climbed the ranks of whatever leeching corportation was stupid enough to raise them to the dizzying hights of middle management after taking a night course in whatever defunct version of MS Office they're still running. Such individuals will try to compensate for feeling like an outsider at work by lording it over service staff often by insisting they 'don't see why you can't just {insert unreasonable demand}' and snorting 'it's hardly difficult'. These people might feel the need to affect an upper class British accent.
Any push back is met with some variation of who do you think you are / who do you think you're talking to. Intersects with mansplainer though sometimes women do it too.
Some condescending toff won't shut up about the EU regulations on pints, he keeps saying everythings ridiculous and demanding the finest wines.
He's a Class 'splainer, tell him he's barred!
The year when people born in 2539 and 2540 were suppose to graduate but instead got enlisted to fight for humanity.
“Hey jimmy look, we are graduating next week!”
*2 days later*
Tommy says as Guns fire in the background, “Nevermind then. Unlucky to be Class of 2557.”