Are you kidding me?

"Hey, Mike."
"Yeah."
"Did you get all that?"
"No."
"Me niether. He's going so fast. I can't write everything down."
"Oh, you know. I just write the topic of the slide down and then I write notes on what he says."
"That's crazy, man. He's going too fast."

This is probably the fifth conversation I've had with a fellow classmate who does not know how to take notes. He printed off the slides that the professor uses in class and is still trying to copy everything down from the slides from the lectures...the ones he already has printed.

Frankly, I don't understand it. The professor often remarks that he won't be going over certain principles because it is an upper level class and we should know the stuff but I think to the guy to my left, back a row...he's probably lost.

It's not that I hate him without reason, it's that he often puts down an educational institution of which I have been a part. He makes the most idiotic comments. And lucky me, I have two classes with him.

Buddy. You wear pea soup green slippers to school.

Enough.

"What's that?"
"Oh, it's Ben's paper from the research and design class we have together."
"Whoa. You already have papers due?"
"Yeah."

What kind of college experience has been fostering this kind of ilk!?

"The quizzes are soooo hard."
"I'm doing okay on them."
"How does she expect us to remember everything?!"
"I don't think she does, but the quizzes have been on the main idea with the specific questions coming from that."
"I don't know, man. It's not fair that she makes us memorize every bold line of text."

Did I mention he wears pea soup green slippers?