The sound of your voice makes me cringe inside. Seeing your hand, slowly at first, and then suddenly, shoot up to the sky, while your eyes beam towards the teacher makes me involuntarily roll my eyes. (Although I'd do it voluntarily.) I know what's coming, and I all ready don't like it. You're the person who answers rhetorical questions. You answer any question you hear with another mundane response. Even if this time it's something insightful, no one hears it, because no one has been paying attention to you since the first week of school. Why don't you just teach the class? I hear your voice more than the teacher's. You're opinion is tired, and I'd much prefer it on a secondary level, if I have to be subjected to it at all. The thing with a discussion is everybody contributes AND listens. Your contribute:listen ratio is skewed so far out of proportion that you need to shut up for about a year. I'll let you in on a secret: I've actually seen the teacher sigh when---once again---your hand was the only one available to call on.
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