this class is a festering wound, a thorn in my side. no one will shut up. i am between a rock and hard place, my head throbbing from the broken english that oozes unsteadily from my left. i cannot stand one more word, one more letter, but it keeps coming, i cant feel anything except the urge to scream and destroy. but i shall carry on, with my head in my hands and my words in my mouth. today is not a day for violence.