...Not for idiots saying out loud every step of a math problem at just short of the exact same time that the professor does. You are just within earshot of me, and just out of earshot of our professor, and therein lies our dilemma. I don't believe you could possibly be more abrasive to everyone unfortunate enough to be within your sphere of annoyance. You are the mathematical equivalent of the guy at the gym sitting next to you wearing almost no clothing and grunting at a far louder than acceptable volume. Flex that brain, big guy!
Do you think it proves that you are more intelligent than everyone else in the class who chooses to solve their problems silently? You know, with a pencil... on paper? The only humor lies in when your dictation falls off kilter with the actual narration of the problem and you try to scramble to catch back up. I can almost feel the heat radiating off of your face when the red rushes into your cheeks after you audibly make a mistake. For a person so ashamed of failure, I would assume you wouldn't want to broadcast it to any ear that is already recoiling from your direction. Your desire for approval from all those around you must outweigh your reasonable modesty. That would also explain the frosted tips on your faux hawk and the diamond earrings...
I don't even want to go into the physical absurdity of your presence beyond what appears to be an attempt at taking the most deplorable douche traits from various subcultures and melding them all into the Voltron of douchebaggery that you represent. I'm honestly impressed, it would take a fair amount of research and effort to look like as big of a tool as you do. Thankfully, you don't falsify that assumption when you open your mouth...
In closing,
SHUT UP.
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