One of the things that excited me about the community college was the diverse student population. Okay, okay. I was less concerned about diversity, more concerned about finding a new (hot) foreign boyfriend to replace The Moroccan.
No romantic prospects in the class. And, as lame as it sounds, I wanted to be friends with everyone too. When class ends, I dawdle, putting my books in my bag veeerrry slooooowly, giving everyone ample time to approach me and start up a friendship. And then everyone silently files out of the room, leaving me standing there like, "Ok, guys, see ya next week!"
But the worst part is this one smart ass who sits in the front. I don't mean smart ass in that he knows all the answers, I mean smart ass who interrupts class to ask if he can go to the bathroom, who tells the teacher her exercises are irrelevant, and whispers in class to a kid who looks suspiciously like a football player (have I ever told you about my vendetta against college athletes - that's a whole 'nother story).
It's unfortunate that SmartAss (ahh, and another blog name is born) is in my class because I am going to have to put him in his place. Not only that, but I have to do it at exactly the right moment to maximize the effects, which means I'm going to spend the next several weeks taking notes on all his classroom fuckery.
Crouched, waiting to pounce.