Is this gonna be on the test?
Why shouldn't stupidity be painful? Yeah, I know, I failed my History test, so I'm kinda dumb myself, but I am NOT stupid. When someone asks "Is this gonna be on the test?” the teacher should be able to punch them in the face.
So this kid in my History AND Critical Thinking class really, really bothers me. Remember him? He's the one that wears a tie with a tee shirt. Idiot. Anypoo, he constantly asks the stupidest fucking questions on the face of the earth. Like, we'll be talking about FDR, and he'll be like "Um, Professor Longwinded, did FDR, like, did he, um, you know, like, did he cry on Tuesdays?" And everyone is thinking "What the fuck?", and I say out loud "What the fuck?" and he looks at me like I'm just the most horrible person on earth.
Then we go to our next class, and he's there. Talking and talking and talking about pretty much the most random, non-sensical crap that he can come up with. The other day, he comes to class with a white shirt on, that he wrote all over with a red sharpie. It said things like "Kerry 2004" or "Bring our boys home!" as if it's WWI and only the boys are there, and "Anti-Abortion!” Anti-Abortion? So I say, "You know Kerry is Pro-choice, right?" And he says "He's Catholic." Um, ok.
We're learning about Black Tuesday, and the crash and everything, and my teacher gets REALLY excited when he talks about this stuff. Like, he'll say things like "There was a guy...he got this crazy idea...(add some clever inventing crap here)...and that man's name was...THOMAS EDISON!" And he looks around wildly, hoping that some of us really, truly care as much as he does, and have wet our pants with the buildup. Well, he's going on about the crash, and giving us a day by day lead up to it: October 12th.....October 13th..... Well, shithead says "Do we need to know this for the test?" The kid drives me friggin nuts. Then, I came to a conclusion: He's robbing me. He's stealing my time, which I paid for.
And to top it off, the girl who ALWAYS sits next to me in class has taken to getting barefoot before the lecture, so I have no choice but to stare at her feet. It's like a G.D. carwreck. I want to vomit.
I'm hungover. I saw Bad Religion last night and it was GREAT. But I need sleep desperately. Man, I used to be able to party till dawn and go to work the next day. Getting older sucks. But, no one is here today, so I've spent the day on this site: The Best Page in the Universe.