With more and more people going to colleges and universities these days, we tend to come into contact with some really aggravating types of people during our scholarly travels. Sadly, most of them can be categorized - and while it'd be nice for every student to be totally unique, it's way more fun to just lump them all together.Mr. Pajamas 24/7:
There's always one or two people in any given class that look like they've just rolled out of bed. They've got on a pair of of loose fitting pajama pants with dinosaurs printed all over the sides, a pair of flip flops on, and if you're lucky, a sweatshirt (to cover up their Teen Wolf-esque amount of chest hair) and some severe bed head.
Why do they do it? Simple. They just don't care. No one's opinion means anything to them, because now that they're living in a dorm on their own (spending Mommy and Daddy's money) they've suddenly developed a severe independent streak. And let's not forget the good impression this leaves on the professor, who can plainly see how difficult simple tasks are for them (i.e. - brushing teeth, using deodorant, shaving). The Prankster:
In dorm room culture, there is no title more coveted than that of the master practical joker. They're the ones who throw Tang powder on you while you're showering or open up your custom computer case and place post-it notes all over the inside with a short, sweet, but somehow threatening message on each one. Everyone thinks he's the funniest bro-dude ever - until it happens to them. The Nervous Guy:
At least throughout my four years as an undergrad, I considered myself a pretty conscientious student. I didn't miss class, I did my work, I got stressed out, though never to the point of a nervous breakdown. Yet there was always that one guy in class who made my efforts seem underwhelming.
See, he's worried about the final paper during the second week of class. You walk in, sit down, mulling over the questions at the end of last night's reading, and this guy asks you how many sources you've got for the paper, because he's already chosen seven. He may just be the reason migraine headaches exist.The Thursday to Sunday Drunk:
For so many of the university bound, there's not much of importance on the agenda besides beer, sex, and rockin' tunes. They've scheduled their classes in such a compact fashion that their week ends on Thursday at noon, so the party can get started early. And for the next several evenings, the debauchery persists. Thursday night is beer pong and Bon Jovi, Friday is Irish Car Bombs and Motley Crue, you get the idea.
Don't misunderstand me, I'm all for a good time, but four days on, three days off seems like the kind of ratio that'll eventually land you with an acute case of death. The [Insert Band Name Here] Fanatic:
Now and then you'll meet someone who sings the praises of one artist and one artist only, like Bruce Springsteen or, oh, I don't know - Pearl Jam. They insist on bringing their iPod to the party and playing the latest bootleg. They try and get everyone to sing along, except it's always some obscure song no one knows but he swears by. He's generally a good guy, so you tolerate him. But if he plays 'The Ghost of Tom Joad' one more time, his iPod goes in the trash.
Have you ever had an unfortunate run-in with one of these guys? Or are you ONE OF THEM?
-Special thanks to my 'Bass Slappin' Friend' for this idea.