This guy probably got his degree in mathematics or some shit, and possibly even enjoys solving long, complex equations, the sicko. How much do you want to bet he has a calculator somewhere in that bag of his? If this guy loves numbers so much, why doesn't he just marry them??
Always going on and on about something that happened years ago. What's this guy's deal? If it's not something about Aztec history, it's World War II. Don't even get him started on the French Revolution, he'll probably just lecture about it for an hour, like it's his job or something. Ever heard of Wikipedia?
Um, why are you painting in class?! Am I the only one that thinks it's weird? Clearly everyone else doesn't know what the hell is going on and are only painting along out of mere confusion. Put the paintbrush down, buddy, and do your job. If I wanted to doodle I would just head down to the community center and paint with senior citizens.
Dude. We get it. You like to read. Why do you have to bore us with it? If you like Ernest Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises, then cool, good for you, but don't come to class and waste our time talking about it's significance in modern literature. Is this how the rest of the semester is going to play out, you talking about books and shit? We pay good money to attend college and we don't need your babbling on and on about nonsense like frickin' Walt Whitman and transcendentalism.
Seriously? How are we supposed to learn anything when you're speaking a different language and the words are flying out of your mouth like a bat out of hell? SLOW DOWN. And we're not even allowed to speak English in this class? Oh I'm sorry, I thought we were in AMERICA. This college is horse shit.