046 – a linear tragedy

i was sitting in linear algebra this morning, with all my energies concentrated on not falling asleep, when the unthinkable happened. my class doesn’t get out until 9:15, but my professor got confused and started letting us out at 8:50. he started handing back our tests 20 minutes early! and to make things better, he felt guilty because, as he thought, we were going to be late to our next class…so he gave us two bonus points on our test! it was like someone had handed me a shopping spree to that cookie kiosk in the mall. a bright light can shining out of the boredom darkness…i was getting out of clas 20 minutes early! but no. everything took an extreme downturn as that guy on the front row, the one in the green jacket, slowly raised his hand. cleared his voice. and into the sweet silence stated, ‘we still have twenty minutes left in class.’ everyone in the room slumped into their desk as our riveting professor picked back up his piece of chalk and drew more numbers on the board…why? who wants to be that kid? ugh.

Wow . . . are you kidding me? Kid needs a serious beatdown!
dude… you need to accidentally stab that kid with your mechanical pencil. Michael Nunnelly style.
I agree with sexy_guy’s suggestion, if not his internet alias.
who’s your professor?
goeters…aka the slowest talker in the world.