There are times when you sit in class, with a blank face, not reacting to whatever that person in front is talking about. (If so, it's just to appear like a good student. They are grading you after all) Their very presence is enough to send to the depths of irreversible sleep.
There's that one who can't even speak proper english, when the subject is supposed to be taught in one. ("Er, bulimia nervosa is peoples who muntah by themselves after eating lots") You cringe at his english, but try to look past it. You don't want to stereotype people. It's naughty. But then he interrupts the class to narrate his life's story. How he Made It as a lecturer...bla bla.
And then there's the perverse, chauvinistic one. He loves chatting up the female students, and makes remarks that he thinks are funny, like "You're going to find it easy to find husbands who want to reproduce, because your hips are very wide" or "What's that one you shirt, come, I'll wipe it off for you" and gestures with his hands. *vomit*
And then there's the never ending bragger. You know his son has an i-pod for his birthday. You know the price of his car, you know what brand his socks are, and what his last meal cost. Brags to the extent that out of the 3 hours of class, you'd probabaly get only one hour's worth of information that you can actually use.
It's infuriating. It's frustrating. It makes your blood boil. But what can you do but smile, and suck up to him, because he's grading you. *sigh*
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