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The Student Who Cares Too Much About Others Being Late to Class

by Tim O'Donnell on

Man, this Econ class sure is difficult. It’s pretty annoying coming to class early every single time just to ask the professor questions about everything we’ve already gone over a few times. But it’ll be worth it when I get my A. Thank Godthe semester isalmost over. Wait a second, the door is opening. It’s that goddamn kid that always comes in 40 minutes late! Jesus Christ, there’s only 10 minutes left of class. Why would he come that late to class? He’s already missed pretty much the entire lecture. WTF?

Oh shit. I can’t believe he just did that. Instead of quietly grabbing the closest available seat to the door, he just completely walked in front of the professor while he was talking and he’s still walking. Oh no. he’s goingto sit in the seat next to mine. People might think I’m actually friends with this complete dirtball. Ok, stay calm… just look diagonally away from him towards the ceiling to show anyone that might be looking that I have no affiliation with this kid…ok, good, now scoff at him. How do you scoff? Just, like, exhale quickly and look away. Good, I think that worked.

Wow, this is ridiculous. He brought his laptop with him and he’s already on AIM. Unbelievable, he’s IMing at least 2 people right now. They just asked what he’s doing and he said “Nothing.” You’re damn right you’re doing nothing, brother. Nothing with your life!

And don’t tell me…yes, that IS a headphone. You’re listening to you ipod. You sir, disgust me. Your actions make a mockery of our system of higher- Is that Ben Folds? I love this song, oh man, it reminds me so much of last summer. Man, just let me lean in and listen for a sec- Oh fine, scoot away. Whatever, you late piece of crap.

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