Smarty Pants Guy during his four years studying next to me, loved ass kissing while I liked to get drunk and go to class with a massive hangover, and of course do all those extra-curricular activities which had no credits whatsoever, the social ones (if it was not clear enoguh). Smarty Pants Guy also enjoyed seeing the ranking of the people in the courses and generation, to see whether he was still the best or not. What he endulged on the most, however, was laughing at teacher's jokes and reading everything, from the commandatory to the additional bibliography in order to answer every effing question made by a teacher. Smarty Pants Guy did anything he needed to do to lick everyone boots and be seen as a member of the academic world, I didn't realize the importance of it until some weeks ago after submitting my thesis, I bumped into him walking down the stairs.
"Hi" I said, "what are you doing here?",
"Well, I was correcting the theses of the class"
"Wait" I said in kind of a shock, "Why are YOU correcting them?" (because he was part of my seminar class, just like all the students"
"Oh, I'm just correcting the formats, the Egg Shaped Ass (not acutally the name of my teacher), asked me to help him considering I'll be his TA next year·
"Ok..." I mumbled "Good luck then, asshole."
Why did I decide to write on Smarty Pants Guy, you (actually me the only that reads this) will be asking. Because Smarty Pants Guy applied for an scholarship and didn't get it, but still is able to do things due to all the ass-kissing I never did. All of my friends which graduated are doing things for their future, projects and accomplishing goals... Why am I stuck? This carpe misery is killing me... Why did'nt I take control of my life earlier?
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