Today, so dramatic, if I had been in middle school still I would probably be in tears. Now I am just laughing, but here let me set the scene for you.

11:10am: Me, my starbucks, and my under-eye circles are peacefully sitting in astronomy class. My blonde friend swoops down to sit next to me, also sporting some sleepy eyes. So, both of us are struggling with this horrendous class due to our teachers complete lack of the ability to teach anything! We are working in our "textbook" which is actually a workbook that we are just magically supposed to know how to fill out. So we did what we knew and I closed the workbook waiting for our "teacher" to start "teaching" again. Please picture my teacher. He's like 40 years old. He wears basketball shorts and a t-shirt covered in paint to class. He says the F-word and many other colorful phrases more than any HBO character. He calls us all stupid/incompetent/retarded anywhere from 12-18 times per class. Today, this ever so pleasant man walked over to me and my friend. Please keep in mind this class has over 600 people in it and also that this man has a microphone with him.

Okay, so the scene has been set. Now here is what should have happened in a functional classroom:

Teacher: "Did you girls finish the activity?"
Sara: "We finished the ones we understood, now we are just waiting for you to go over the rest of them."
Teacher: "Okay, great. Which ones didn't you understand and let me help you with them for I am the glorious and ever knowledgeable teacher you are spewing money at to actually teach you things! So let me do just that and teach you this meaningless garbage so you may pass my completely uninteresting general education credit that will have no affect on your future whatsoever!" Insert teeth bearing grin and general enthusiasm from all involved parties. 


What actually happened in my unbearable class;

Teacher: "Why the hell are you two just sitting here?"
Sara: "We did the ones we knew-" does not let me finish my sentence
Teacher: "What? What? The ones you knew? That doesn't even make sense. That is not even proper english. The ones you knew..." Insert disapproving huff over the microphone to be enjoyed by all of centennial hall. 
Sara: "How are we supposed to do this workbook if we don't understand them? We were waiting for you to go over them." Insert disgruntled Sass here.
Teacher: Turns to look out at all the students. "Jeez, you guys are all going to fail this final. I can't believe that." proceeds to mock me in higher pitched voice. "Did the ones we knew... Whatever."
Walks to the front of centennial hall and never goes over the workbook. Needless to say I wanted my foot to EXERT a FORCE where the SUN don't shine until this balding, divorcee saw STARS. And that my friends, is the extent of my astronomy knowledge.

So in front of 600 other students I was mocked by a "professor". They were all on my side, by the way. This man is baffoon. He claims we all started out as "hairless apes", but he's the only one who's still bald with no manners. CAN'T WAIT TO BE DONE WITH THAT CLASS!