Bone Heads on Campus

My 6th grade teacher told me that as you get older, your brain turns to mush. How true it is. Yesterday while riding my bike around campus on the bicycle trail, some numbskull girl walks right across, I slam on the brakes and was an inch away from hitting her, breaking her left leg in places that would ensure that she needs crutches for the rest of her life. All she can say for herself is "oops sorry." Well I have some words for you and people like you. Its called a bicycle path for a reason you blind mindless pawns of society.

Another thing, in classes where participation marks are worth 10%, I am sick and tired of the brainless sacks of hippo excrements asking idiotic questions to earn that 10%. Is it so hard to make a half intelligent, and socially accepted comment in class? Please stop wasting my time, money, and patience on shit like that.