So my statistics teacher is a prick.
I didn't quite realize that I was paying an assload of money to go back to high school.
Assigned seats in statistics. No laptops.
I proceeded to sit in the back of the class and watch him intensely.
My composition teacher is pressing all of my buttons. Her time is seemingly limited.
She likes to try and make people feel bad over small things. Likes to make a big deal of things.
My deviant nature is very unhappy right now.
I never realized just how rebelious my nature truely is until I was sitting in statistics trying very hard to not "violate the social norms of the classroom setting."
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