Event Title: “Tick Tock, We’re Sorry: A Reckoning with Chrononormativity”
PRESIDING OFFICER: Chancellor Sybilline Arc (they/she), wearing a ceremonial robe made from dismantled wall calendars
For centuries, our institution imposed structure, order, punctuality upon Time—splitting it, dissecting it, arranging it into semesters and exam timetables.
We turned Time into a spreadsheet.We mounted it on classroom walls and made it tick.We made students ask: “Do I have enough of it?”We turned eternity into a PowerPoint slide.
(Audience murmurs. A tear rolls down a sundial.)
APOLOGY STATEMENT (READ ALOUD BY STUDENTS IN TEMPORAL SOLIDARITY)
GROUP CHANT (softly, rhythmically):
Time, we do not own you.We reject the tyranny of minutes.We release you from our syllabi.
SLIDE APPEARS: “TIMELINES ARE VIOLENCE”
Time Practice | Decolonised Alternative |
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Lecture Schedule | Spontaneous Knowingspace |
Assignment Deadline | Energetic Completion Window |
Alarm Clocks | Consent-Based Awakening Ritual |
Academic Year | Knowledge Season (subject to planetary vibes) |
12-Hour Time Format | Sacred Circle of Becoming |
GUEST LECTURE: PROFESSOR ELIAS MIST (he/they), Temporal Relativist and Horology Abolitionist
Did the sun ask to be divided into "hours"?Did your heartbeat consent to iCalendar?
No. Time flowed, and we fenced it.
CEREMONIAL DISMANTLING OF A CLOCK
A large institutional wall clock is carried in, weeping softly. Students surround it with singing bowls, chamomile incense, and laminated spiral diagrams.
NEW TEMPORAL POLICIES ANNOUNCED:
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"Time-Neutral Classrooms" where lectures start when “the group feels ready.”
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“Assignment Dreams” replace due dates—you submit only once the work has appeared to you in a vision or strong feeling.
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Students are granted Temporal Autonomy Passes allowing them to move forward or backward in the course at will, “as the moon allows.”
CLOSING RITUAL: APOLOGY OFFERED DIRECTLY TO TIME (IN SPOKEN WORD)
Oh Time, you spiral of maybe,we are sorry we caged you in grids and bells,sorry we made the future a checkboxand the present a blur.Come back. Not as servant, but as jazz.
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