The Plague of Stupid…

My chemistry class this semester is going to be an adventure. How do I know? Because I had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting next to someone today who apparently ate copious amounts of curry for lunch before coming to class and thought nothing of how that smell would linger on their clothes in an enclosed, hot room.

Don’t get me wrong, I love curry, but I don’t eat it for lunch on campus. Especially when I know that the classrooms are going to be overheated because we are in a weather pattern that borders on being too cold for short sleeves, but not warm enough to warrant not having the heat on because it gets colder at night. I know that means that in large buildings with thermostats regulated outside the classrooms, they are set to gas mark “Sauna” and left like that unchecked. Add to that the influx of 30-40 bodies in various states of energetic nervousness and smells are going to amplify.

However that irritation paled in comparison to gems of buffoonery that spilled out of this person’s mouth…

Brilliant thought provoking questions like, “When is the lab for this class?” mere seconds after the professor has explained the schedule all while this person is holding their class schedule which clearly states the days AND times that the lab and lecture classes meet. READ YOUR SCHEDULE you blithering idiot…

Another question that showcased just how obtuse they are, the professor explained that NO graphing calculators were allowed for the course. Duh. She then explains just what defines the graphic calculator, their size, their function and their relative cost when compared to a simple scientific calculator.

Einstein next to me then holds up their graphing calculator and asks “So this calculator is not allowed?”, with the dazzling follow up of “How do I know if my calculator is a graphing calculator?” WTH? What planet are you from? Did you find that calculator laying on the ground unattended? Oh–let me guess, are you playing dumb in the hopes that the Professor will make an exception for you?

Moments like these make me hope fervently that they choose a different seat to sit in when we meet next because I have them pegged as the sort of student that makes me hate life. They are the dumb clueless, tedious individuals who need their hand held for every flippin’ thing and then expect the professor to make exceptions for them because they are too stupid or too lazy or too selfish (or a combination of all three) to actually follow the directions and adhere to the demands of the course.

This same student type is also the ones who in group projects (or lab environments) never pull their own weight, show up unprepared and generally remain clueless become a yoke around the neck of hardworking studious people like myself who want to follow directions and get a good grade. 

Worse yet, Einstein had a crony who sat across the table from me and I immediately saw that they shared many common traits. Dumb questions, blank looks and general confusion make me wonder what the hell they are doing in this class. It is not the most advanced Chemistry class the campus offers, but there are others that are more remedial.

Perhaps it would behoove them to drop and switch to one of those. I have no time for these sorts of people in a class. Never have, never will.