Welcome to the Monkeyhouse

Twice a week I long for some spectacular catastrophe--nothing short of a divine hand striking half of my Reformation class completely dumb. Why is it always the people who squeal when they speak that feel they have the most to contribute to the pre-session banter? I'd rather gnaw rope and fling poo. Does this make me more antisocial or neurotic? Snotty? Perhaps. I don't think there's any dignified way to behave in casual group settings. Me? Over here in the corner, clicking away on the shiny toy, hiding behind a screen and being a judgmental shithead--a total cliche.