Yesterday in the dumbest writing class I am required to take even though I shouldn’t have to,

a police officer told us we had all “just stopped suckin’ our mama’s titties,” someone stood on their head in the front of the class for as long as they could, and someone else played the mouth harp. My professor is constantly trying to make sure we aren’t intimidated by him, which just makes him come off as creepy to me, and he seems like he’s trying too hard to be cool by talking about The Hangover and demonstrating his vast knowledge of film and movies, and I’m just thinking, please let this be over quickly. I might have a bad attitude. Maybe.