swoosh swoosh swoosh

Today I almost killed a person.

I was in stats class, listening to the lecture by my angry french professor. The time was 1554 hours. Suddenly the silence wass broken:

swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.

My head perked up in attention.

swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.

I pondered for a bit: what the fuck IS that?

And I turned around, and I saw this shaking leg behind me. There is was: up, down, up, down with such rapid motion against the fabric of the lecture chair. The person: a slouching asian girl with and atrocious lack of gum-chewing courtesy.

I turned back around to face the professor. He was yelling at someone for answering a question incorrectly, which the class seemed to find hilarious. It captured my attention, but as the laughter of the class died down, I heard it again:

swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.

I sat there, staring at the professor, at the overhead projector -- but nothing, nothing was registering. All I could hear was that awful sound. I told myself not to let it get to me, for surely she would stop in a moments time, if not from the natural tendancy to stop then from the realization of the noise she was creating.

But it didn't stop. And as I looked at the people sitting around me, none seemed even the slightest bit phased by the scratching that gnawed at my soul. I let it go on, but at this point, that was all I could hear. It was as though the entire lecture hall had gone silent.

My hands got sweaty, my heart-beat raced ferociously. when was this going to end? HOW was this going to end? I couldn't think anymore. It was driving me crazy.

swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.

I turned around.
I whispered firmly:

"Jesus Christ. Please stop doing that, it's driving me crazy. I swear to God."
Insert thought while saying this: I really will kill you

Or something in that sense. The words "Christ" and "God" and "Crazy" were in there for sure.

And so it ended. Simple. I should have told her right away but I foolishly led myself to believe that she had enough brains to realize what she was doing. Well, I guess it really doesn't have much to do with brains... maybe conciousness of ones surroundings

Later on in the class we were using the State Lottery System as a statistical model. I heard her say that she didn't know how to play the lottery.

I take back what I said earlier -- it must be the brains.