He sits in the front row next to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's mesmerizing - she's stunning - she has never said a word.
Today he made a "you're a useless professor" gesture at me, and leaned over to ask the Goddess a question. And this is when she became my favorite student EVER.
She never took her eyes off me. She put up a palm in his direction. She sat calmly and quietly, but clearly, said:
This is how it's going to be. If you ask me a question and I can help you I will. But if you ask me something the professor just said, I can't help you. Nobody can help you, except for you. And if you want to help you this is how you're going to do it. You're going to stop coming in whenever you damn well please and you're going to stop shuffling along with your face in that phone looking like a damn fool. You're going to listen and take notes and then if you're still confused you can at least ask a question that has value instead of just starting again at the beginning every day like someone stole something from you. The only one stealing from your education is you. Now do you still want to ask me a question or do you think it would be better to turn yourself around and be looking back at the lesson the professor is trying to teach you, so that you, and I, and everyone else in this room can get back to what we paid for: The professor's lesson?
-- Wombat of the Copier