NO LIBERTIES.

Today in Anthropology, our frail-looking, tiny-voiced, Indian-accented teacher got fed up with ambient chit chat.

"Why do you do this? Are you like this in your other classes?"

Everyone of course fell silent then, for basically the first time. She really wanted an answer. She approached a single student.

"You. Why do you talk in my class? Why do you come to class if you are going to talk?"

I think most people would be humbled by this experience, or at least be annoyed/embarrassed enough to concede and do what she wanted. This b-hole, however, decided to argue that he wasn't even talking, and when that didn't work, that he at least wasn't talking while she was talking. Various annoyed mumbles of "god," "fuck," and "¡Dios mío!" ripple through the class, and when he still doesn't take the hint, "Just fuckin' man up and apologize or get out!"

A few scattered voices shout, "YEAH!"

I felt like I was being transported to an episode of Jerry Springer. So weird.

Overall the experience was pretty fucking dumb, but I enjoyed it for our teacher's adorable syntax:

" Why do some people take liberties in a class of this nature?"
"Why would you take liberties?"
"Don't think you can hide behind that pillar and talk to whom you want."

I don't like this class, but I kind of like her because, though a bit more assertive, she's approximately as helpless as I would be in front of a disinterested mass of community college students.