Stop it!
To fill the rest of you in on the story; Monday nights I am in an anthropology class on Indians in Wisconsin. At first I thought that this class would be easy, my thought being, “How many Indians could really be in Wisconsin?” I got my answer shortly after the first few weeks of class, ALL OF THEM!!! All of my prior Indian knowledge came from Pocahontas and what I learned from the black jack tables while I was slowly funding some guys Escalade with rims larger than the table I was playing on. When I hear the word Miami all I can think about is the Dolphins and how much I don’t want to go there during the summer months. Not the tribe the originated in Ohio. So knowing this you can pretty accurately assume how I’m doing in class.
So now to this asshole. I thought that everyone was in the same boat as I was, confused and angry at life. But this man decided to push us one step further. This man is not a student, this man happens to be an expert on Indians in Wisconsin, one of two. The other of course being our professor. You sir, are a drain on our class. If you really have the balls to argue with the professor what time periods a tribe spoke a now dead language you do not belong in this class. Now in this mans case he wins these arguments. Dude if you already know this stuff don’t take this class. I understand if you need this class to graduate, in this case just don’t come to class. There is no attendance and you already know this crap! Thanks to you I never make an appearance in class, and even I am passing.
All I ask is that you think about my self-esteem before you flex your brain in class.
That is all.
