Hey, Douchey MacDougal. I've got a bone to pick with you.Do you remember that review session that I held this weekend? Let me see if I can refresh your memory: your level of caring about it was apparently just above "enough to vote for what time it should be held," and just below "enough to actually go to it."
Look, I get it. It's the weekend before finals. It's hard to find time between "beer pong tournaments" and "puking up the better half of a keg" to study. This is doubly so when you have to actually come in to the goddamn campus. And hey, who wants to talk about chemistry on the weekend? Chemistry has, at best, a cursory relationship to alcohol. I really can't blame you.
The only problem that I have is the fact that you made an effort to cast a vote after I asked when it should be held. I made a decision about when I ran that session, in part, because of your influence. You see, somehow I had this naive idea that because you voted, you might have cared enough to attend and ask a question. I suppose that's my fault.
The thing that bothers me is not that you failed to come and ask questions. Frankly, the quality of my week is inversely proportional to the amount of time I spend hearing you speak. No, my beef with you is on behalf of Rachel, Ricky, and Rhett. Oh, you don't know them? They're the people who sit immediately in front of you on the days when you decide to show up. Unlike you, they're students. They are sharp, they're hard-working, and they've managed to at least feign a genuine interest in the material.
Rachel, Ricky, and Rhett weren't able to go to the session at the time you wanted it held. You, and the mediocre-majority, convinced me to hold the session at the time it ended up being held. Why am I not raining my wrath down upon your middling colleagues, you ask? BECAUSE THEY FUCKING SHOWED UP TO THE SESSION THEY REQUESTED.
Look, I'll admit it: even if you'd have abstained from the vote, the session still would have been held at the exact same time. That is, of course, not the point. The point is that this little stunt is the perfect punctuation mark to a semester's worth of your asshattery. Congratulations on your induction into my all-time douchebag hall of fame.