class

Doooooom on spreadsheets!
...ahem.

So. My class? Let's see.
There's:
Guy Beside Me who is an utter slacker, probably going to fail this class, doing spreadsheets at the same time I am, quite funny and actually talks to me like a human being.

Ex?-stalker: ...*whimper* Make him go awaaaaaay.

V's brother: ...who doesn't talk to me in this class, but aside from that is a nice guy.

Smart Guy With A Lisp sits on the other side of me, always helps me with computer problems, and is really annoyed with the girl beside him who is desperately flirting with him.

And then there's the gaggle of girls who giggle, talk about things that I could care less about, and only talk to me because I let them play with the dog. They all kind of blend together into one big line up of clones.

Honestly, the class could be a lot worse. It could, for instance, be my math class. If I had to deal with those people twice a day I'd go on a murderous rampage, then jump out a window.

Listening to Bryan Adams.