o tempora, o mores!

After we were done working today in my IT class–we had a simple test, everyone finished pretty quickly, our topic of conversation scaled many realms and eventually dusted religion.

Well, more specifically, our own choices [and this was a pleasantly non-preachy conversation and flowed very nicely], and that of our families/their opinions of our own, and then lighthearted joking around [like: "People should be Presbyterian because we're COOL." Me: "What if that was actual reasoning to get people to convert...and what if it worked?] stuff like that.

I was explaining how my dad was raised strict Roman Catholic [but is no longer, and never really was, himself] and how his being left-handed tended to be problematic for him–what with psycho nuns beating the shit out of him for being possessed or something, and then further beating him for not being able to write with his right hand–growing up that way. Garrett [the kid with the Presby comment earlier], a freshman, comments that he would’ve been raised Roman Catholic but for the objections of his mother who he said found Catholicism, traditional Roman in particular, to be [and so he quoted], “ornate, self-absorbed, and overt in the inflation of the ego of the Vatican.” He continues with his own words, “I don’t really se–” and meant to finish, “-e how it is that big of a problem…” but was interrupted by one of the two seniors in the CISCO CCNA program.

“The fuck did you say?”
“I was saying it wasn’t a big deal.”
“No, BEFORE that.”
“Oh, I was quoting my mom. She’s pretty igno–”
“Watch your fucking mouth. That or beware of who you’re around.”
“Oh, so I take it you’re Catholic, then? Sorry, didn’t mean to offend.”
“Shut the fuck up. And you better be sorry. Fuckin’ Presby faggot…gonna get your ass kicked.”

And I’m just sitting there, in the middle of this–literally–growing continuously annoyed at the demeanor of this kid, James.

He’s a little rich boy–deemed pretty by some–, his daddy has some money. Daddy has a yacht, a six bedroom house with a pool, country club membership, smokes fancy expensive cigars, bought wittle Jamesy a little convertible Lexus–which he proceeded to wreck within three months of having–and then a Dodge Viper which he claims to race. He has no redeeming qualities whatsoever and plans on leeching of off his parents’ economic cushion as long as he can, because school and work are just too far beneath him. Therefore, he constantly skips and makes grotesquely poor marks when he’s there and then, of course, complains about not being Valedictorian. And he most certainly is not a devout Catholic; he most assuredly does not attend Mass and only styles himself as Catholic because he was indoctrinated into it to his Confirmation around age twelve..pft.
Anyway, all the privilege he’s been given by Daddy makes him seem to think he’s entitled to talk to anyone any way he pleases.

After missing some of the haphazardly spit threats while contemplating what a worthless piece of shit this kid is, I spoke up.

Me: “Both of you. Shut up.”
Garrett: “But I–”
James: “Stay the fuck out of it.”
Me: “Garrett, you hush because it’s for your own good. James, you shut your mouth because that’s no way to talk to or in the presence of a lady. Kid didn’t mean any harm, so keep your pugnacious tripe to yourself…”
James: “Well, for one, you aren’t a lady, you’re some nosy, know-it-all bitch. Fuck your 97 average; who cares? Little goddamn prick needs to learn some respect.”
Me: “Nosy? You’re yelling across my face. It’s you’re fault I’m involved…and I don’t bost my grades. Anyway, God is watching you, James…”
James: “The fuck?”
Me: “As you sit here needlessly bashing someone over something they don’t agree with, swearing and taking your precious Lord’s name in vain, your God’s watching you. So before you continue your empty threats–because I don’t know about everyone else in this room, but I have $20 on the fact that you’re just a hot-headed moron who’s trying to compensate for measurements–think about THAT. Now please shut up and return to not understanding subnetting and thereby failing your CISCO course. And if you don’t understand what I just said, ask Zach.”

Hrm. Maybe I’m too righteous.
I get caught up in the moment and tend to make speeches on the spot. x3

It was just…obscene. Garrett’s a completely harmless, mild-mannered kid, pretty silly at times, definitely not out to insult people.  It really annoys me when people like James–who have this false sense of entitlement due to their parents’ money and the fact that they’re an upperclassmen–fuck with the kids that don’t do anything. ESPECIALLY over religion. :/