days, I must comment unnecessarily during random events throughout the week.

 

So I’ll force myself to speak the obvious and often provide my own commentary (usually rude) on lectures from teachers, conversations, and just my observations. Yeah, I’m going to be that guy.

 

On Monday, I nearly forgot that I had school, let alone fulfill my challenge. So my first class that day was Ceramics, and in the beginning of every class the teacher lectures for a solid ten minutes on the history of art.The topic of that day was Ancient Greece. From her presentation, it was obvious that the Greeks were promiscuous sons of guns. If it were women statues all I could focus on was the curves, and I had an excuse to check them out (it’s called analyzing art.)

 

Oh god, then came the nude muscle heads that I avoided to look below the belt. I remembered I had to be that guy who comments on everything. The teacher was a bit uptight but passionate about art, so to avoid some sort of punishment, I whispered to the girl next to me, “The meaning of life is hidden beneath that dude’s junk.” Expecting a slight smirk, I instead felt her judging me; she gave me a disgusted look.

 

The next day, the most memorable thing was another disgusted look. This time, it wasn’t during class. I’m usually a reserved guy during passing periods, mostly because I think all the students around me are barking savages and to avoid an early grave, I keep my thoughts to myself. But today I felt I had say something to someone during this passing period.

 

I targeted a short male student, primarily because it’s so easy to mistake his hair as a makeup brush. It’s massive, towering at least ten inches in the air, (and I thought my hair was big.) It was colored a light brown at the tips of his hair. I looked down to examine his attire and chose the perfect thing to comment on. His whole outfit was camouflage, from his shirt, to his pants, to his shoes. I shuffled quickly to catch up to this student and accidentally (wink, wink) bumped into him and said “Whoa dude, I didn’t see you there. That outfit practically made you invisible, ha, get it?”

 

He made a comment too. He said “Stupid Chino,” whatever that means.

 

During those days, I learned how to push people’s buttons by opening my large mouth. Usually, I’m a reserved guy, but this put me out of my comfort zone. Anyways, it was sort of fun to see people’s foreheads crinkle in aggravation.