So I had my second class last night. First quiz. Here I was, stressing out all weekend about that quiz. I studied my ass off. I made 3,000,000,00... *snore*.......... flash cards. What do I frikken get when classtime rolls around??

Well yeah I aced the quiz. If you could call it a quiz. It was more like a weak attempt to *pretend* that the people did something to deserve a grade. I was hoping for mentally stimulating, *sigh* but class was excruciating. Everyone's nice there, and I'm glad that it's an 'informal' type of class. BUT DAMN PEOPLE. Why must I always get stuck with or behind the back-assed ignorant people? Is this my lot in life? I feel like I have to 'dumb-down' because the people around me are morons.

By all means, I'm not the most brilliant person in the world. But I'd like to think that I'm more intelligent than the average joeblow. It's because I pay attention. I study. I do what I have to do to make sure that my mind is observant. In high school, (college preparation english no less) it used to itch my ass that there were people in there who couldn't read out loud. I don't mean stumbling over the eloquent dialogs of some Shakespearian play.. no dear readers, I mean they would stumble over words like "the" and "furious". I mean WTF? How did these people make it out of the 5th grade? Oh wait, yeah.... most of them were football players, or something else *cough cough*.

Anyways, so last night in class we are creaking our way through the first chapter (it seems like every time the teacher says something there's this one dumb bitch who MUST ask a dozen questions).... and he actually has to take the class through the vowel sounds. Yep, you heard me. How to make the long and short vowel sounds. Long e..... and he'd make us all say eeeeeeee. etc etc. I wanted to laugh. Or cry. Or just bash everyone's head in as I watched the $200 spent on that class soak up everyone's blood. Then..... I KID YOU NOT...... while reading out loud the words and their pronunciations, which were spelled out phonetically (like analgesic would have been spelled out an-al-jeez-ik) they couldn't get it. They could not see SEEZ and know that it was a long e sound. Was it wrong to be annoyed at that? Or annoyed at the fact that they spent half an hour trying to figure out what medicine their mamma's took when she was sick at one time or another? The teacher caught me rolling my eyes at that one, and finally he moved it along.

In the end, after every word that they couldn't pronounce he would end up saying, "Well I want to hear how Loki's Ho pronounces it" or "I want Loki's Ho to say it." So I guess now I'm officially the class go-to person. I can't help it that I'm not a dimwitted jackass. I just play one on the internet.