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| Classes Every time I come to class I always have the same plan: Stay alert, write down as much as you can, and inject your comments into a conversation. Within 5 minutes, I've closed my notebook, and I'm sitting with my arms crossed and I don't say shit for 45 minutes. Why you might ask? Here's why. Stupid people. They're in every single one of my classes. The professor will usually get us started in a conversation with the hope that people will add comments. They don't. They always either regurgitate the text without any analysis at all, or they'll go on a total tangent, like ripping on whoever's work we're looking at as being anti-feminist. Sometimes these kids get very lucid when I try to argue that perhaps, this author's view on females or his lack of reference to them isn't because he's a misogynist, but because this reading was on inorganic chemistry. Then there's always a kid who says something so unbelievably stupid that your very faith in humanity is shaken. The other people in class look at each other and start to smile, while this little Dan Quayle rambles on, completely oblivious. Something people, when this kid speaks, always make a quick stifled laugh then put their head in their hands. When this person starts to speak you can see the professor's eyes roll back in his skull as he prays to God to send him a quick death or a bottle of scotch. And you'll talk about this comment forever with your fellow classmates. "Hey Todd! Remember that time back in '72 when that guy in our English class thought that Shakespeare wrote 'Beowulf'?" English class can be particularly frustrating. At least with history you can discuss events without too much analysis, but not with English. I can tell my English professor is just wowed by how badly some people read into a poem or what they get out of it. I know that I'm bad at it too, so I keep my mouth shut and let the person with decades of experience in this field handle it, not the miniature Norman Mailer sitting above me. |