Operating on only one hour of sleep, I was completely unprepared to deal with the unholy idiocy that pervaded my politics class this morning. For over two hours, I was subjected to inane quarrels regarding gang violence in Brazil, tedious summaries of foreign news clippings recited indifferently by the students that -- to their credit -- bothered to do the assignment in the first place, and a ceaseless barage of trivial squabbles that I would otherwise expect only from a pack of mentally disabled toddlers.

And it does not stop there.

One girl, who I had the grave misfortune of sitting near, would burst out into a fit of giggles every time the professor referred to the peculiar and eccentric characteristics of Italian democracy. Apparently, the Italians' infatuation with political scandal was the most hilarious thing this girl had heard in weeks.

Futhermore, one guy was wearing sandals. It's February. By a pair of fucking shoes.

Wow. I'm in a really good mood today. Perhaps I should spread sunshine and joy to the moronic freshmen who have taken to congregating outside my door. Please die.