Darn. Got caught by Picard playing iPod. Talks to him after class:
Picard: You &*#$(*&$$ go and phone home
Me: I'm really sorry. Can we please come to an agreement?
Picard: No you retard get a life. Call home.
Me: Please, can we talk about this?
Picard: (usual ironic tone) Oh joy, an agreement. The only deal I'll make is that you call home. Now.
Me: (Obviously sorry) Look, this doesn't have anything to do with parents.
Picard: You think that you're actually independent? You're not.
Me: But with rights, I have responsibilities, and this is my responsibility, not my parent's.
Picard: Well, you actually don't.
Me: ... Well, you're actually a crazy _____. (not actually)
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And now I still have to call home.
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:<
Cry.
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