During the second semester of my Senior Year I managed to have a little dust mite sway around me wherever I go. Now I am bit of an awkward nerdy fellow but even to my reputation I've had borders on my behavior in the wee past. This one guy did not know when to quit, he shown off so many embarrassing things that even a freshman shouldn't be vocal about.
First incident:
Somewhere before my sick week, he brought a back of crayfish inside his luke-warm backpack, eating them in front of a couple other sophomore people I managed to make friends with. I swear to this day he had a hand in making me have strep throat the next couple days. I was sick for a week.
Second incident:
He brought over a huge empty Pringles can, actually obsessing over making it an object of irritation. I mean, the one girl I sat with had to rip the damn thing out of his hands and throw it across the gym. Ridiculous.
Third Incident (Social Suicide Deus Ex Machina):
We're both tech geeks. That is the only thing we have in common. That and I put up with stereotypes but that is another story. So he shown me his phone- a phone branded by Disney. To those who are not aware of what a Disney phone is pat yourselves on the back and thank your parents for being merciful people. But in all serious who uses something like that?
Fourth Incident:
The day he was introduced to knockout game types, was the day the entire gym period absolutely lost their tolerance of him. The rules were simple, you get hit by the damn ball you sit your arse out like right that instant, if the pins are all knocked down, the whole round is over. On the second one, that was even too much for him. To make matters worse, when he was frustrated by the rules, he had the nerve to put knocked pins back into their vertical position. This behavior caused someone near his level of broken dignity to run out of the building with a ball and all three pins from our side. This little squirt was telling me off on how weak I am in standing my ground. I nearly kicked him in the balls. I mean my foot was a few inches away from him. That close.
Fifth Incident:
During another knockout game, he intentionally hit a girl in the face with a ball. I am generally sensitive about peoples physical behavior around a woman but this is truly an unacceptable thing to do, or handle losing the game altogether. Luckily enough the female peer pinned him down, she held him down long enough for me to tell him "If I see you doing this to any girl, woman, or any other person again I will make sure you do not make contact with a lady ever in your life". Let's just say he did not take that one well.
Sixth Incident:
He stopped putting on deodorant. Great, just great, and my gym buddies were beginning to adjust to his irrationally disruptive behavior. The smell was permeating about two feet in radius, thanks to gods magic it never gotten past that point at least.
SEVENTH Incident:
He is, to put it fairly, just as bad at the tracks but not in the same sense as interfering. But he definitely gotten 50/50 after leaving the class outside when the doors were locked (on the outside). It was 60 degrees going on 58 later that day, so all of us including the coach was getting irritated by him.
Eighth Incident:
Why do kids have to trend their behaviors that cause no humor or a sense of security? So this kid is not only a dust mite but one with an ego larger than any martial arts discipline actually provided. He'd have these episodes of jumping and pounding the ground with an unforgiving sonic boom.
Nineth Incident:
He kicked me in the shin after getting out of a sick week. I splashed my tea on him hoping he'd get sick.