Every semester...it's the same fucking story.
No matter which courses I choose, I find myself in the same predicament in which I am surrounded by incompetent d-bags.

Here's a quick rundown of what I am forced to endure...
Course: ACG 2021 - Principles of Financial Accounting

I look to my left...a raging reggin who finds it imperative that she read aloud the class notes while the professor is reciting a lecture.
This tool's hobbies include continuously smacking herself in the head as a result of having her weave attached too tight, as well as answering rhetorical questions.

Dearest Quaneesha,
I'm sure you possess an ample sense of honor and pride, being that you're most likely the first of your family to attend college, let alone graduate high school, but please do let me divulge a juicy piece of information with you...See, some of us, unlike yourself, are from environments in which crack-babies, welfare checks, food stamps, and oversized XXXXXXL graphic tees that read, "$$I RIDE CHROME$$" are not what we'd consider "typical." Hence, we were able to pass the FCAT on our first endeavor and find your attempts to rehearse class notes at inappropriate times to be the least bit beneficial.
Although, I must say...it is rather cute when you helplessly stumble upon properly pronouncing those utterly deceitful compound words.

Unfortunately, I am on a bit of a time constraint with the commencement of my next class approaching.

Be sure to tune back in later when I dissect the runners-up: The ethnically bewildered "Wanksta" and the impotent fraternity reject.

Oh, and I think I just observed Quaneesha's brother, Jaqueel *click tongue three times* Moofasa backing up into a cement pillar. Fortunately, I do not believe his Wal-Mart brand 17" rims were harmed the least bit.