I Didn't Take Everything, Just the Heart Shaped Piece

Well, my second Film lecture was far more entertaining than the first one. We actually covered some film theory. I'm probably going to be the guy that everyone hates because they have an answer to every question. Honestly, some teachers made me very self-conscious about that in HS, but I've decided (as of about 20 seconds ago) that I'm not going to care. I have answers and contributions to make for everything the teacher says. I know this stuff. It's in my blood.

Story Time: In grade 11 my English teacher pulled me aside after a class and politely asked me to shut my damn mouth in class because I was frustrating the other students and at least five people had individually complained about me. By name. She told me that while my appreciation of higher literary theory was a good thing, it had no place in a class where the majority of students are struggling to understand what a "plot" is. Outwardly I didn't give a flying hoot about what she said, but inwardly I found it actually affecting me over the process of time. I didn't stop contributing to class, but I grew very self conscious about answering "too many" questions.

I suspect that my new goal to allow myself to be a know-it-all will probably incur some backlash from other students, but I'm four years older than these kids, their opinion of me is the last thing I'm concerned about. Plus I can probably make some money off them when cram time comes. Ah, sweet capitalism: exploiting the needy since 1327.