A year removed from high school and some people have yet to learn the lesson that “nobody likes a know-it-all.” I officially started my classes this past Monday, most importantly meaning that Summer is officially over. As per tradition, I donned on the same black backpack I have used since sixth grade, I stocked plenty of blank notebook paper, and I printed out my schedule of classes. When I get to campus it's one of lecture, followed by another, followed by a break, just short enough, that it's not worth it to go home, then I attended another lecture, then, finally, a discussion section-- all before 3:00. I finished my first day by clocking into work on the busiest day in the store's history. I went to a friend's place and came home, for the first time since waking up, around 11:00. I went to bed, knowing it would be similar on Tuesday.
This is where the “know-it-all” bobs her giant, knowledge filled head to annoy me just enough to blog about it. The instructor asks one question and she answers proudly. The instructor asks the next question, and without even raising her hand, she answers confidently. “Ok,” I think “she is just enthusiastic.” The next question, she gives an elaborate response with some personal anecdote that I know no one in the class asked for. The instructor smiles and continues with the lesson then asks another question. “What, a different person is answering the question!” Finally, a voice different than the high pitched screech of the know-it-all. I listen on attentively to my fellow student, when suddenly, in the middle of her answer the know-it-all starts its mating call “well actually...” I wouldn't have put the ellipsis , but to be honest, I don't know, nor do I care, what “Kia” said next.
By the end of class she was so proud of herself, it was almost pathetic. This girl probably lived her entire life this way. Trying to prove her intellectual worth, day in and day out, even at the expense of her fellow classmates. All for what? A pat on the head and a paper certificate beautifully stating how wonderfully brilliant she is? It wouldn't have been so bad had she been witty, funny, or at the very least, easy on the eyes. I probably sound ridiculously judgmental, but hey--she's the one still acting like she's in high school.