There's no doubt in my mind that by the end of this week I will be speaking to the professor about this woman in my class. There is no way I can continue to be in the same room as her unless he does something about her behavior. I can't believe the shit he allows her to get away with. I know I'm being a bit anal, but talking on a cell phone is too much. To be more precise, sitting on my desk, swinging your legs while chatting with friends ON THE PHONE DURING A LAB, and making paper boats for the professor instead of actually doing the experiment is too much, not to mention a teensy weensy bit disruptive to those of us who had to pay $1300 to learn this shit for the MCATs.
I feel like I am in some crappy inner city high school and not a university. What's ironic is that the actual facilities (lab, equip., etc.) are 100 times better than at School A. Although, a new wing and lab facilities in the science building are presently under construction there ... Unfortunately, I don't have much of a choice as to where I can take classes in the Fall. (I'm stuck at this place until next summer).

.. if only I took this much interest in my school and studies when I was 18 ...