This story took place over a year ago when I was taking a music class. I was at Dave's house and we were discussing the classes that we had for the semester. After he told me about the business and economic courses he had, I started telling him about my class. I told him how so far my music class had been like a joke. In class our teacher hands out wooden sticks to everyone and we have to follow her lead by tapping the sticks together at a certain beat. I felt like I was in elementary school music class again.
This didn't sit too well with Dave and he started complaining about how he easy I had it. It was funny to see how mad he got. I found out that a few days later after our conversation that he was struggling in one of his classes. While trying to do his work and getting frustrated, he thought to himself "I f-cken hate him! I have to sit here and do marketing statistics, whiles he's off in his music class tapping two sticks together. This is bull sh-t!" I died laughing when I heard about that.
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