I like school. I like me some reading', writin', and 'rithmetic. I even like listening to the professor speak, especially when they are passionate about whatever they are talking about. What I don't like is the stupid bitch in the front of the class whose main goal in life is the be more irritating than a cold sore. Is it so important to you that the entire class knows that you know the answer to every single question the professor asks? Even the rhetorical ones? What the fuck happened in your development that you seek out every little bitty pinch of self-righteous validation from everyone around you? Or did your daddy just tell you that you are a princess and can do or have anything that your little beautiful heart desires? Because that man was lying to you and he should be in prison for raising such a little twit.
About 30 minutes in to class and I'm starting to get used to you incessantly vocalizing your need for attention, but then this happens. The professor plays a video for the whole class to watch and the purpose of this video is twofold: first, the video is meant to deceive us. Secondly, the video is meant to demonstrate a topic we are learning about from the lecture. The video is intended to deceive us to reinforce a point the professor is making. That's the WHOLE POINT. This is a psychology course. We are learning about the subconscious. And when the clip is over and the whole class is so excited that they were a part of this communal deception slash exciting learning experience, you raise your hand and proceed to inform the instructor and the entire class that you knew all along what was going on. Because heaven forbid you look like a fool in a crowd of 100 other fools! Idiot.
I don't like you, and somehow, in all of that brilliance running around in your head, you did not pick up on the fact that the entire class was ready to ostracize you and send you to a University down the road. We don't think you are smart. We think you're a brat. Cut that shit out.
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