Physics class.

Yes, thats right, Physics class

Now that your all done cleaning the blood from your eyes, at the sheer terror that has overcome you from the mention of the words, I feel your pain.

As this is written, im sitting in an online physics class, my headphones draped over one ear in an attempt to keep some form of inteligible noise in my brain (theres a cieling fan in the online class room you see) And so I watch it spin, and spin, and spin, and then I get dizzy, and once I pick myself up off the floor and back into my chair. I look back at the physics class program.

And thus I see Steve.

Steve, in all essence, is a goddamned moron.

If brains where dynamite, the boy would have a hard time blowing so much as his own nose.

Where in an institute of higher learning and his screen name reads "$T3V3"

"Strike One."

While in class, he uses the phrases "Lawl" and "OMFG"

"Strike Two."

He attempts to weakly insult every other member of the class with thinly veiled, less that wity comments and insults.

"Strike Three"

And thus, I want to crack his head in with a lead pipe. (Im a little bitter) Three strikes and your out.

Back to the humdrum of physics class. The Teachers still talking, The students still typing, the laws of quadratic formulas, and the standard acceleration of gravity playing in my mind.

Y'know what, if I bash steves skull in, I still have to listen to this, On second thought, id rather bash in my own.

But ill be damned if there isnt a single heavy blunt object in the room.