There is a single place in this country I despise but for Heaven's sake, I have to be there almost every day, the classroom. Eager to learn as I am, the sight of the classroom makes me green and sick to my stomach. I feel nothing but outrage, nausea, and irritating discomfort in the classroom. The reason for all of this madness and uneasiness is the improper and crude behavior of my fellow students in the classroom toward the teacher, which is totally deplorable. American youngsters today seem to be blatantly rude, reckless and discourteous not only at school but also in public.
The biggest thorn in my eyes is the way that people attend class. Sometimes, to me, the classroom is like a street market. People can come at any time they want or leave at anytime they please. Some are devouring their quick dinner as if they were starving to death as the teacher giving his lecture. Some sit as if they were models whose pictures are being taken by photographers either with their feet resting on the table or leaning listlessly, or should I say, fully stretching out on the filthy little table. Worse, were Gianni Versace rejuvenated and present there, he would be dumbfounded at the way people dress, which is abysmally "fashionable". Some dress as multicolored as the Scarlet Macaw Parrot. Psychedelic ones wear steel chain on their wrist and show tattoos on their torso as their Heavy Metal idols. …
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