Shut up. SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP! You're forty years old, for Christ's sake! You should KNOW better than to TALK OVER THE TEACHER. I'm HALF YOUR AGE and I STILL know when to SHUT THE HELL UP. There's a difference between asking a question and TRYING TO CORRECT THE TEACHER, WHICH YOU TRY AND FAIL TO DO EVERY TIME. Seriously, just shut up and listen, would you? If you'd close your mouth for about half a second, you'd realise that she's actually teaching us stuff. It's not chit-chat, it's not idle banter or some unrelated story, it's education! Feel free to talk over the chit-chat, I don't care, but why is it you only open your mouth when the rest of us are actually trying to listen to her? Look, you may have read the book, but in case you haven't noticed, or rather, didn't hear the teacher say so over your chatter, the book became irrelivent to the course about a month ago. We've moved past it. To infinity and beyond.
And it's not just me. The teacher has done everything short of shoving a sock down your throat and screaming at you to become a mute to make you quiet down. You, my oblivious friend, fail to pick up the subtle signals like "Hold on a sec, I'm getting there" and "Could you be quiet for a moment?" Honestly, the chick with pink hair shows more respect than you.
This is college. Shut up and pay attention.
The Classmate That Sits Across From You
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