People
I'm generally of the opinion that people are stupid and I hate them. Today, I would like to expand this to include the fact that people are assholes.
Today, in Biology 152, one of our TA's gave the lecture as the professor, the asshole I'm-gonna-tear-down-your-faith professor, was observing Rosh Hashanah. I don't think he should be allowed to, considering what he has said, but any unpracticing asshole can claim religion.
We have two TA's. One is a whore and one is the smart, kinda cute, probably gay one that is in one the chemistry class that Jeff Graham TA's for. Ironic. He's our TA and Jeff TA's for him. Moving on, the smart, kinda cute, probably gay one is the one that provided the lecture. Today Robert wasn't at school, so I didn't really have anything to do for my break so I get to class super early and am talking to the smart, kinda cute, probably gay TA, whose name is Mark, which will be much simpler to say. Mark tells me he has a big surprise for the class and says I have to wait for the rest of the students, but lets it spill pretty soon that he is lecturing. He's all nervous about it, and heck, I would be too. I mean, my classes have always been under 30 and he's got a huge lecture class to teach. I don't know how many people are in this class, but to give you some perspective, it's held in LFSC 151, so probably around 200-300 are registered, giving somewhere in the ballpark of 100 or so in the classroom at the time. Now that I think about it usually about 130 click in for the clickers. So about 130 people are present in the class he is about to teach.
The black kids who sit in the back begin to complain about how they can't hear him and how they can't read the overheads. When they complained about the overheads, this girl in the front sitting next to DJ, yells, "Then move up front!" and directed to Mark, "Go ahead, I can barely see it and I'm in the front. People are just assholes." A couple slides later Mark asks the students in the back if they can hear. To everyone's surprise, they answer in the negative. Uhh, why didn't they say something sooner? Mark puts on the lavalier mic that doesn't work so well, and they continue complaining. I turn around and yell at them to come sit in the front. "There are plenty of seats in the front!!" Anger. Whitney, through out all of this, complains about the black people in the back. "Some things only a black person would do." Whitney was totally meant to be white. Finally Mark yells at the class about how we have to know this for the test, and if we don't want to learn, that's our problem. "I know I'm clearly not old enough to have a Ph. D.... something something I hope that's not why you're [disrespecting] me." Okay, he said something along the lines of that.
Every time he looked over at me I tried to be encouraging, making funny faces, winking, telling him people are assholes, that he was doing great, you know. I'm sure it did little to offset the heckling.
So there you have it. People are dumb, assholes, and hated by me.
"'Cause when that day finally comes, where he snaps and he comes into the office with an AK-47 walking through the halls and he gets to my office, he's gonna be like 'Thanks for the candy.'"