Kingston's Douchbags of the week

I would say that so far Iv enjoyed about 98% of my college expereince. My class's although easy, have actually been enjoyable, and every once and a while i actually learn something new! And then comes along Communications............sorry I just threw up in my mouth a little. This class, which I am currently sitting in, bored to tears, and waiting for the opportune moment to leave early, makes me want to want to reach for the nearest sharp object and stab my eyeballs and ears repeatedly. The class is about 50% people who couldnt give a rats ass what the proper use of an effing apostrophe is, and the other 50% are a bunch of douchbags that think it is a great use of their time to debate everything we discuss in this class. The prof is the douchbag ringleader of this freakshow of a class. Iv never met a woman who was grinded my gears as much as she does, and i DO NOT mean in a good way. I think that at some point in her life she consumed massive amounts of hard liquer or drugs killing about 50% of her brain cells. Although from time to time she occasionally has something intelegent to say, its usually just a blathering of pointless and incomprehencible bullshit. And the sad thing is she actually thinks she giving us a wealth of gramatical knowldge when really she is just stating things we've probably known since like grade 3. This class makes me sick. Oh good break, im leaving while iv got the chance.

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