Talking

Some people talk too much. Sometimes it doesn't really matter that they have no one at all listening to the, they'll talk anyway.

In my english class Thursday morning, I just about threw my shoe, my computer, the keyboard, the backpack, pretty much everything I had, at some people in my class. Let me splain.



This is a layout of our classroom. The gray desk at front is where our professor sits, the black one is me, and the purple ones are all of the kids in class that are awesome and only talk when they're answering a question or adding to the discussion. I don't think I've ever met/talked to any of them, and it's awesome that way. The yellow is the guy who sits next to me all the days and talks sometimes, but not nearly as much as red and blue. Green wants desperately to be red's lover, I think, but he's more interested in himself than anyone else. Pink and orange also tend to talk a lot, but they're from different countries, so their perspective on English is actually pretty interesting.

We were discussing the differences in the ways men and women communicate, mostly how men communicate for the sake of information and women communicate to foster relationships. For the majority of the lecture, red, a boy, talked while the professor was talking about how he's noticed that. WHO CARES RED!!! Blue was laughing and practically yelling (I think red and blue like each other in a weird way, and they always have to say everything they can possibly think of that relates to class, or not to class, even if it means none of us can learn the things we're supposed to learn from the lecture.) in response to everything red was saying, and green was just chuckling and batting her eyes at red. An extra annoying thing about red is that he knows spanish, and even though more than half of our class knows spanish, he somehow thinks he's super special and speaks in spanish for the majority of the class. I really might shoot my pen at him like a dart. I got pretty good at darts over the summer. I bet I could hit a bulls eye.

Moral of the story: My class drives me nuts, and they should just let our professor teach the lectures.