The Seventh Circle of Hell
It doesn't get any worse than this. It is hell. The closest thing to it as far as I've experienced anyway. First of all, there's an infectious person in there. No, she's not diseased, but she's one of those bubbly people that has to be the center of attention and doesn't care what anyone thinks about her, she's just shootin the breeze, living life. You know what I mean. I knew she was going to be trouble when she went around the room introducing herself to everyone in the class. Then she comes over to me and plants her annoying ass right in front of me. This is one of those things that doesn't change from class to class, so once you're seated, you've pretty much established yourself. Anyways, throughout the three hour class, she took my notebook, wrote ON AND IN my notebook, and tried to light it on fire, and she thinks I'm hot, apparently. That really made me mad, so my girlfriend told me to write the start of a note thats supposed to be to her so the girl will read it. Maybe then she'll get the damn hint that I think she's nasty. My luck, she'll just start talking to me about her, when what I really want is to not talk to her at all.
Now for the actual class. It's hell too. The teacher rambles like no other. She tries to tell jokes, and her material isn't too bad, but her delivery and timing BLOWS OUT THE CHUTE! I would fall asleep but it's such a small class I'd get noticed way too easily. And that girl never shuts up either, so I couldn't sleep anyway.
Two more weeks. I might just have to kill myself.