Annoying College Students

Some people annoy me.

Now, as I’m sure you’re all aware, I’m currently enrolled in a university, and I sojourn to class each day to be met with wastefully educated college professors and bored college students. As someone who is often lacking in general acquaintances, I typically try to make a bit of conversation with my fellow bored college students while in class, despite the students’ relative unseemliness. For, as is an oft noted lesson in this diary, if one wants to make a bit of conversation, he need not hold high standards.

Among the classes I am currently enrolled in is “International Trade,” in which, after stumbling in nearly late on the first day of class, I found myself trapped between a wall and a prudish female. Due to this, my only choice for any form of social contact during the class (exempting yelling) would have to be with this said female. I have made many attempts at this contact. And each attempt has failed miserably.

Granted, while this is a bit saddening (really, International Trade is boring enough without lacking an acquaintance to ramble to), I realize that not all people are very sociable (admittedly, I am sometimes among them), and I could hardly hold it against the female that she avoided all eye contact with me and constantly countered my inquisitions with one word answers. She likely just didn’t want to be bothered.

Tragically, this reasoning does not entirely hold up. For, a few days ago Spider and I visited the local collegiate gym, and I was met with wide eyes, a gaping smile, and a cheerful hello. That is by, of course, my dearest classmate who, after seemingly going to extreme measures to avoid dissipating the tedium of International Trade for me, suddenly decided she was my best friend.

Naturally, this is entirely frustrating. In my experience, the entire social value most college students have is for a temporary diversion when I’m bored during class. This girl denied me that. However, not only did she deny me that, but then, she had the audacity to act as though we’re best buddies in a non-classroom setting, where I’ve found college students generally have no value whatsoever.

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Only then we had class again. Still no eye contact. Still one word answers. Still tedium.

But, hey, at least I’m learning about how indifference curves effect the free market in trade . . .