Anyways, one particularly annoying type I've noticed in the University setting is the Outspoken Pseudo-Intellectual.
This fuckoid can be easily spotted on the first day of classes: long hair, various necklaces and bracelets and charms to ward off regular people, and the DOUCHE TEE.
This t-shirt is the bulls-eye on the OPI's body. The douche can't wear a Nike or god-forbid, blank t-shirt, its always something weird and alienating; like an image of a squid raping a woman or an obscure band that the self-satisfied sociopath would love to inform you about.
Anyway, this guy likes to comment on EVERYTHING
Words he can't use right, overly-audible reactions to statements the Professor makes, and an unquenching desire to make the class his own.
Clearly, this ferret is STARVED for attention and likes to use my Creative Writing class as a platform to have human contact.
They're known for their flimsy hand raises and comments like "Perhaps, Orwell meant this _______" or "I disagree, I think it's a metaphor for ______" and Mr. Toolbox is always, WRONG
I have no problem with class participation and a thirst for knowledge, but I do have major beef with BULLSHIT.
alright, I feel like shit, and it seems like every second I open my eyes I'm late for class....toodles.