As I am seated in class trying to wrap my brain around concepts such as force and energy or integrals and trigonometric functions, my thought process is disrupted. The concentration I fought incomparably hard to forge in a class whose teacher is foreign and whose content is on the outskirts of my understanding, is interrupted by a chirping of words coming from behind me.
Who is the source of this chirping, you ask? It is the never-ending stream of sentences emitted by the class chatterbox. Whether they are talking about their childhood woes, their weekend antics, or whether they are demeaning the rest of the class’ knowledge by answering every question as if it as simple as two plus two, their talking is incessant and infuriating.
The soliloquy begins at the onset of the lecture and does not end until homework is assigned, and everyone packs their bags. They launch into stories of their love life and minuscule details of their everyday life, and by the end of the lecture I feel as if I know everything about this complete stranger who chose to sit in my vicinity.
Why are they so garrulous? Why do they feel it necessary to keep up a constant stream of dialogue? Why must they waste the money we put towards a quality education by rendering an entire class period useless because of their constant comments?
I do not know why the chatterbox insists on talking endlessly. I understand that sometimes they are on another echelon of knowledge than the rest of the class, but how does muttering all of the answers under their breath so that it is audible for the people surrounding them benefit anyone in anyway? It does not. So, on behalf of your classmates, please keep your comments and concerns to yourself.
It is unbecoming of a human to perturb other humans into frustration, so please refrain, dear friend, from talking continuously during class. It will be much appreciated by all.
