On the merits of being a complete ass
I've probably spent more time being the target of much hate and irritation than is probably healthy. Not that I ever shy away from it. It sometimes even seems like I enjoy it.
It gets tiring after a while though. Soon you just need to plop down somewhere, have a drink, and vent with people you trust. I'm so glad the class (well, 1B anyway) has adjusted to my quirks, so I don't have to keep up the arrogant bastard thing going on all the time. It takes a lot of energy. (Yes, I know I'm actually really an arrogant bastard, but at least I'm an amiable one. ^_^)
Still, it pays to cultivate a reputation for speaking your mind. It allows me to say whatever I want, whenever I feel like it.
For example, there are some wooden poles that have to be extricated from some of my classmates' colons. A pole-ectomy. I realize it probably spells the difference between an 85.5 and an 85.4 on an exam ("I need the feel of wood in my ass to get that extra 0.1!"), but please! Lighten up!
Of course, I'M not going to do it. Can you imagine the crusty buildup on those poles, when you consider how long they've been up there where the sun don't shine? Eww...
It gets tiring after a while though. Soon you just need to plop down somewhere, have a drink, and vent with people you trust. I'm so glad the class (well, 1B anyway) has adjusted to my quirks, so I don't have to keep up the arrogant bastard thing going on all the time. It takes a lot of energy. (Yes, I know I'm actually really an arrogant bastard, but at least I'm an amiable one. ^_^)
Still, it pays to cultivate a reputation for speaking your mind. It allows me to say whatever I want, whenever I feel like it.
For example, there are some wooden poles that have to be extricated from some of my classmates' colons. A pole-ectomy. I realize it probably spells the difference between an 85.5 and an 85.4 on an exam ("I need the feel of wood in my ass to get that extra 0.1!"), but please! Lighten up!
Of course, I'M not going to do it. Can you imagine the crusty buildup on those poles, when you consider how long they've been up there where the sun don't shine? Eww...
I wonder how they reacted to your midterm grades. :)
Posted by
Francis Acero |
1:15 AM