Today was the first time I heard bald teenager speak, he entered the class late and instead of going quietly to his seat while the professor was talking he decided to change the focus of classroom discussion to what he had been doing for the past 15 minutes. "I've been ripped off" Bald teenager exclaimed as he opened the door, "Roscoe Bartlett (a republican congressman from our district) spoke an HOUR ago from 4-5 not 5-6, I was lied to!". Ok? Who cares Bald teenager? Do we even know you? He then proceeded to laugh about the mishap like it was tragically comic, I didn't get it, and he made sure to repeat himself so I would. Someone I had never even noticed before today had become the bane of my existence in no time flat. During the profs lecture he made it clear he hated nerds, in all forms, something I thought was a bully stereotype was actually uttered by a real person, not a cartoon. He blathered on and on about how people who talk in class make him sick with rage, I understood his feelings because he was making me feel the same way. For someone who had been silent every class up until now, his debut was excruciating. Bald teenager had a pointed goatee that made him look like Satan's understudy. All of Bald teenagers traits may be annoying to me, but none of them caused my hatred of him, my spite brewed in a darker place, a place called, mid class break. In a 150 minute classes a 15 minute break is given half way through so people don't go crazy. I love snack time. Bald teenager hates the fact that we get break time, this made us enemies. Why did he hate delicious treats? Did his mom hit him with a candy cane? No one can say for sure. But when 6:15 roles around and the class holds it's breath waiting for the professor to release us, Bald teenager decides to speak against it, and in so doing, against me. "I'm so hungry, I'm going to buy a sandwich" I whisper almost silently to my neighbor in row three and yet BT gets wind of my plot and to sway me from my decision makes sure everyone knows his hatred of break. "I don't understand why we need to stop class just so some people" as he glares at me " who can't pay attention get a timeout, I just want this class to be over, not prolonged for an extra 15 minutes." This lead to the group discussing the pros and cons of snack time DURING snack time but before we were allowed to exit the class. Bald teenager wasted 4 minutes and 27 seconds of snack time. 4 minutes I could have used to buy a sandwich. The late release from class put us at the end of the line, I spent 10 min waiting for my turn to pay and receive my roast beef sandwich, only leaving me with 33 seconds to eat it. When I returned to class I dug in and two bites into the saving grace of an other wise dull day, Bald teenager taps me on the shoulder, "could you please stop eating that, I mean your making a lot of fucking noise." Fuck you bald teenager, and fuck you wax paper, may you both enjoy your stays in hell.
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