My fall semester Physiology class started just as all of my previous classes had over the years: walk in, sign the roll, get a feel for what the prof is going to be like, decide if its worth keeping, etc. The entire class is usually pretty noisy, but once everyone settled into room 209's lecture about the nervous system, there was a distraction in the rear of the class. A student in the last row, tucked into the corner, kept talking and it irritated everyone to no end, yet none of us would do anything more than give this guy dissapproving looks. This happened during each lecture and finally the instructor pulled him aside after class around the 3rd or fourth day.
Sometime later, the guy stopped showing up and we all figured that he had dropped the class. All the better for us, as it creeped us out that he enjoyed talking to himself for a full hour. The weeks went by and it wasn't until the final that our professor had a talk with us about Justin, the noisy student. It seems
The guy had some difficulties in life and took out his aggressions at a St. Petersburg Radio Shack. I never made the connection when his face made the evening news, it only struck me as familiar.
And to think I had considered yelling at this guy to "shut the hell up".
I wonder how many people we run into in our daily lives are the kind that go on to do something, uh, "interesting".