Lecture Number 9

I wrote this while I was in my Psych 1 lecture last Tuesday. At 9:30 in the morning. Ew.

The entire freshman class is sitting in Campbell Hall. There is a choir of coughing, a melody of murmur, and lovely crescendos of mass amounts of people turning the page in unison. Its really ironic that we are talking about learning right now because I think there might be four people in here who are actually learning. Maybe. Its also funny that I say "we". WE are doing nothing. WE are sitting. WE are listening to him. HE is talking. Talking at us. Occasionally he will joke with us. And by "with", again I mean "at". He jokes AT us. This bullshit is riveting. Really, it is.

So the moral of today's class - well, shit. The one second that he says anything of importance and of course, I'm in the middle of saying how useless this class is. Oh well. Anyway, as i was about to say - OH MY HOLY FUCK! The sorority sister behind me just cackled into my ear. INTO my ear! And, thanks to my psych book that I stayed up until three am reading, I know that I am cringing due to the vibrations of the cackling sound that are going through my eardrum and thus resonating against the furry receptors in my cochlea - WHAT THE HELL?!?! Sigma Cackle Pi's fellow sister just dropped her water bottle onto my head. No rest for the weary - at least not when you're sitting in front of the most annoying Freshman in Campbell Hall. And that's saying something, considering that the ENTIRE Freshman class is in here right now.

Anyway, as I was saying, I have found the moral of today's class: We should just kill everyone who doesn't learn on the first try. I think that would wipe out 96% of this room. But, knowing my luck, Lips and Hips behind me will still be here. Merde.