half way done with classes

first day of classes this semester and i already want to end my life. i hate school more than i hate fat girls who dress like they're hot. the reason i'm writing about school is because in my accounting class something i never thought would happen happened.
i'm chillin in my swivel seat waiting for class to start. i see a lost, FOBy lookin guy walk in the room. i accidentally made eye contact then turned forward immediately. it was too late. i believe he sat next to me because i'm asian and that comforted him. i think. cuz there were like 4 open seats to the right of me and he plopped his FOB ass into the chair next to me. believe me, i was thrilled. not that i don't like asians. i just don't like the ones who cling to their "own kind". or something. regardless, it makes me uncomfortable. he sets his louie v bag on the desk and i am forced to hold back the vomit that is destined to cover it. i know he is FOB and he hasn't even spoken a word.
class goes on for a while. i'm bored. the only thing keeping me awake is the beautiful fu manchu my prof was sportin. it was perfectly groomed. he also has the emo slash poet slash gay man dirt under his bottom lip. awesome.
anyways... back to asia boy. we all get name tags so our prof can learn our names. they face forward so i can't read his. the prof asks him a question, "um.. how do you pronounce your name?" asia boy responds, "you can call me Ho. you know, 'H' 'O'." hilarity ensues, the class erupts with laughter. the professor can't help but laugh with us. half smiling he looks at the boy and says, "ok... HO". i can't recall what the question was that the prof asked HO. i was too busy trying to mask my laughter. i was nearly crying. i felt kind of bad cuz i was sitting right next to him and laughing harder than anyone else in the room. wait a tick, i just lied. i didn't feel bad laughing at him.
i couldn't look at him. i had to consentrate real hard so not to burst out laughing as class resumed. it just kept repeating in my head. my prof just called the kid next to me "HO"! note: this prof likes to say people's names real loud sometimes. to get their attention, and possibly make the class more lively. or something. a stupid teacher tactic. well, just as i gained my composure the prof looked in my direction and blurted out, "HO!" i died. it was way to friggin funny and it was as if the prof was fuckin with me. well, more like fuckin with that kid cuz he had no idea why everyone was laughing. just as long as the prof keeps callin on HO, i think i'll be able to tolerate accounting.