It’s a new semester and that means a whole new batch of irritating classmates. I should have known when I sat down next to the gentleman in the blouse, that there would be conflict, but my guard was down. I thought I’d met all of the freaks in my graduate program– I was complacent. I was a fool.

Going around the room, introducing ourselves, I found a lot of reasons to hate my colleagues. Mostly, it’s because they are annoying human beings who talk too much about nothing. Sometimes it’s because their mere appearance walks the line between fusty and unkempt in a way that I find visually appalling. Sometimes, in the case of the gentleman in the very contrived blouse/cords set with the artfully tousled curly locks– it’s because of the smug hippieness.