A germophobic rant
So, I'm sitting in my most hated of all classes, my econ discussion, which is an hour and a half of trying my very hardest not to scream at the top of my lungs. The teacher doesn't speak very good English, and when he does, manages to spout sexist statements left and right. And then the stupid kids in the class will laugh at him, which only confuses him... which means the already unbearable class is lengthened.
However, I was happy when this friendly boy I had met at a party sat next to me. I figured I'd at least have someone to talk to. He asked to borrow my notes from the last lecture, which I did happily because I had taken special care with my handwriting at that lecture because it was right after the exam and I figured I needed a clean start. Then he asked to borrow my pencil. This I was a little more hesitant about, because I have found that people frequently do not return pencils. I decided to give him a chance though, and handed him one.
And then pandemonium broke out. He had stealthily been hiding the fact that every white blood cell in his body was fighting for its life. He was suddenly sniffing in his snot and HACKING all over the place. This was disturbing enough. He then proceeded to place my pencil IN HIS MOUTH. His germy lips and tongue were all over my precious writing utensil. It kinda made me want to gag.
I could no longer concentrate on the class, but was plotting how I would slip the pencil back into an unused compartment in my backpack so as not to contaminate the rest of my belongings, and wipe the pencil down with Lysol wipes when I got back to the dorm. The thought disgusted me... but my cheap side firmly refused to throw away a perfectly good pencil.
Meanwhile, I'm giving the guy the benefit of the doubt, thinking that he doesn't realize how disgusting his being is, and that he simply has an oral fixation and absentmindedly puts things in his mouth. I can relate, I do the same. But then he turns to me to give the pencil back, holding it out for a second, then when he realizes there's no way in hell I am making direct contact with the bacteria ridden Pentel, he drops it on my papers. Then he has the nerve to say, "You might have to disinfect it." And LAUGHS.
Sir, I am not amused.
However, I was happy when this friendly boy I had met at a party sat next to me. I figured I'd at least have someone to talk to. He asked to borrow my notes from the last lecture, which I did happily because I had taken special care with my handwriting at that lecture because it was right after the exam and I figured I needed a clean start. Then he asked to borrow my pencil. This I was a little more hesitant about, because I have found that people frequently do not return pencils. I decided to give him a chance though, and handed him one.
And then pandemonium broke out. He had stealthily been hiding the fact that every white blood cell in his body was fighting for its life. He was suddenly sniffing in his snot and HACKING all over the place. This was disturbing enough. He then proceeded to place my pencil IN HIS MOUTH. His germy lips and tongue were all over my precious writing utensil. It kinda made me want to gag.
I could no longer concentrate on the class, but was plotting how I would slip the pencil back into an unused compartment in my backpack so as not to contaminate the rest of my belongings, and wipe the pencil down with Lysol wipes when I got back to the dorm. The thought disgusted me... but my cheap side firmly refused to throw away a perfectly good pencil.
Meanwhile, I'm giving the guy the benefit of the doubt, thinking that he doesn't realize how disgusting his being is, and that he simply has an oral fixation and absentmindedly puts things in his mouth. I can relate, I do the same. But then he turns to me to give the pencil back, holding it out for a second, then when he realizes there's no way in hell I am making direct contact with the bacteria ridden Pentel, he drops it on my papers. Then he has the nerve to say, "You might have to disinfect it." And LAUGHS.
Sir, I am not amused.