"No One Knows?....What Do You Think, Patrick?"

I know the last thing I really need is an ego massage, but I take immense satisfaction from the recent trends I've noticed in my History class and in my composition and German classes. My professors have this odd tendency of asking the class questions, not always simple questions. My classmates have been responding to the professors' troubling habits by adopting the approach of staring at the floor, or sometimes even their textbooks. There is now a little routine that has developed, my professors will ask their question and then, after 10-15 seconds of pregnant pause, turn and ask me directly. I admit, I revel in the opportunity to show off without sounding like an insufferable know-it-all. I get the satisfaction of answering all the questions without having to dance around with my hand in the air; this is because my previous intelligent answers now ensure that the questions come to me. I manage a reputation for being the smartest and I maintain universal popularity amongst my classmates. A public relations tour de force.

Yeah, I'm terrible.

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  1. AnanOctober 25, 2009 at 11:42 PM

    The best thing is doing this in German. You would think that by 4th semester some people would have figured out how to express themselves auf Deutsch. Nope.

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