There's a guy in my Erotic 18th Century Lit. class that is quietly going insane. Not that I blame him, it's just unnerving to look over and see him blankly staring off into space with a vaguely disturbing smile on his face, or holding a frantic whispered conversation with himself that ends in him chuckling sardonically.
That said, there's this other guy in my SPN class who's already fallen off the deep end (and if he hasn't I will personally kick him off.) Two days ago he walks into class, and says, "hey Jennifer, look what happened." He lifts up his pant leg, revealing a bloody mess haphazardly covered up by a bandaid. I was like, "Man, what happened, did you fall?" And he was like, I just can't stop falling for you, Jennifer." argh. The backstory to this whole thing invoves a bad car accident that apparently scrambled his brains...but I've observed this guy and he's just a douchebag. Hell, two minutes later he was telling me to take his fiance (who is coming in from Vietnam and is only 86 pounds as he has told us repeatedly) shopping and to tell her that American girls don't wear clothes to sleep. Like his poor underweight fiance should have to deal with a guy like him in addition to the communism of her 3rd world country...I mean, this is the same guy that told us it's ok that he cheats because he only cheats with girls who aren't Asian, because then it doesn't count.