First I suppose I should explain the following things about my Psychology lecture:
- It is packed. By far the largest lecture I’ve ever been in at Drexel. 150+ kids easily.
- They have to provide extra seats because there is nowhere to sit.
- It is 98% freshmen.
- I am a senior.
- I have no motivation in almost every non-film related class. Senioritis has set in. I just want to make movies.
So, back to the story. I walk in and arbitrarily sit in the back in one of the extra provided seats. The BRO two seats away from me keeps putting his hand on the chair between us, obviously saving it for one of his other bros. Bro #2 shows up.
Then, a surprise Bro #3 on the opposite side of Bro #1 begins to tell the story of how he blew his chance with some blonde. He continued on to say such things as “I would spin her around my dick like a disco ball.” I am cringing. I can’t hear the lecture, which normally I would just continue reading my article about Radiohead (here), but he was just so fucking obnoxious.
HE CONTINUES to tell about how the “proudest moment in his entire life” is when a girl from his high school did a line of cocaine off of his dick while they were having sex. At this point people in the real back row are staring. People to the left of me are staring.
Then the dude right next to me is arguing about how he will “definitely get an A.” Go fucking die. Then they’re arguing about who can do more pullups. Bro next to me did ELEVEN.
edit: Philadelphia is in the midst of a Tornado warning. It has been drizzling on and off, overcast, and forceful winds. Bros were wearing gym shorts and sandals.
