Daring to be noticed for the first time in her life, she pushed her chair back and stood up. What was she going to do? Who was this girl? I had been in this graduate school class with her for a month and I dodn't know her name. In fact, she rarely ever came to class in the first place. Actually, I didn;t even think the professor knew who she was. But, nevertheless, thre she was. We were talking about politics and the upcoming election. Frankly, I wasn;t really paying attention too closely. I try to stay out of those kinds of conversations, especially when my grade is on the line. You never know if the professor is a fanatic for one side or the other. Pick the wrong side and, well, goodbye 4.00 GPA. Anyway, this girl yells, "Waaaaaiiit a minute here! Professor? Class? I think we are all missing the point of this conversation here people. I know I never say a darn worn in here, but I can't stay silent anylonger. Professor Dumass? You sir are a..." Then, nothing. White noise. I loooked outside and there was mushroom cloud the size of Nebraska. Why was I eve

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Daring to be noticed for the first time in her life, she pushed her chair back and stood up.
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