Spanish Violence

In class today Spanish Partner was annoying me to the point of no return. I started fantasizing about hitting him in the face with my book. He lumbered over to his desk, sat down, and continued to heavily wheeze for the next five minutes, presumably due to that strenuous flight of stairs he needed to climb.

Then, during our partner exercises, he obsessively flipped back and forth between the pages to make sure that every sentence he made was perfect. God, it was a partner exercise. Nobody cares. He would take a minute and a half, hemming and hawing, until he could think of exactly the right way to formulate the sentence brewing in his head. I got a little worried by the extent that I wanted to smack him.