This one goes out to all of those know it all politically correct future PTA members in my sociology lecture who think they're so special and who feel the need to correct the professor at every chance they get in the hopes of boosting the faux sense of intelligence in which they drown themselves. No one cares about your life, no one cares about your unjust English professor, no one wants to hear your whiny voice. The other day the professor put typed notes on the overhead and he mistakenly numbered the sections wrong, causing there to be two 3's in a row. Little Miss Princess in the front row chimes in with, "Um, scuse me, did you mean to put two 3's?" What the hell do you think? Isn't it obvious that he made a typo and that in your own notes you could write down the intended "4" without having to draw attention to it? Then Johnny Fratboy always pipes up from his seat in the back of the room with some wise ass comment about how if he wants to smoke pot and drink vodka in the privacy of his own home, he should be allowed to. Wow, aren't you such a hero? Let's all give captain douche a round of applause because if he wants to break the law in the comfort of his own home, then PRAISE THE LORD. Today our professor asked us what kind of meat was in a hamburger, and at least five people shouted "HAM!" Morons.

Another thing I can't stand is when I am trying to listen and someone is talking incredibly loudly either behind me or next to me. Not just the occasional whisper here and there, but full fledged conversations. Usually sorority girls who are too vapid to comprehend that no one cares about their meaningless lives are privy to this, all sitting next to one another sporting their Spring Fling or Halloween Bash shirts, texting their boyfriends while chewing on their pens and talking about how many times they threw up over the weekend. One girl in my sociology class kept getting up and leaving while the professor was taking attendance one day, and when he finally asked her where she kept prancing off to, she said that she was photocopying something in the other room. The least she could have done was lie and say she had to go to the bathroom repeatedly. I hope all those dolts choke.