There's this guy in my world philosophy class who always raises his hand in the middle of the professor's lecture and asks the most insipid, pointless, annoYING questions in this pseudo-haughty, nasal voice. Every day he does this; several times during the hour he voices his stupid opinions and after awhile you could hear the people in the room groan and curse in unison when ever his hand shoots up.
Today, Professor Bonevac was talking about about how it doesn't count as knowledge if you know the definition of a word. For example, you can't go out and learn if all bachelors are unmarried or not because being single is part of the definition for bachelorhood. The pompous prick promptly perks up (say that 10 times fast) raises his hand, only to ask, "What if you were a bachelor, but was married to God." What the hecK was he talking about??
I almost leaped across the seats to throttle him, but luckily someone threw a paper ball at the guy's head. It was quite funny, actually. People applauded and hooted. I had never seen our class so rowdy before.
To my surprise, the profressor didn't admonish the guy, just laughed (he has this really cool, baritone voice) and commented on our apparent hostility and continued teaching.
You don't see that happening in high school, throwing paper balls at those people who never shut up and like to hear their own voice.
Ah. The freedoms of college life.