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The other day in Intro to Psych class, we were learning about how society thinks. We're doing social psychology now, so it's like we deal with why people tend to behave in certain ways and think as a collective group.

So anyway, the other day we were talking about people stereotyping overweight people. The scenario that our lecturer gave us was about two overweight people. The first one, Billy, eats excessively and does not exercise. The second one, Cindy, has a genetic disease that makes it super hard for her to lose weight. The question was: Who would you like more?

But the answer doesn't matter either way, because that's not what I'm trying to say. There's this girl in my class who's a little on the big side, and a little while after we were discussing about prejudice against obese people, the seat that she was sitting in broke.

Okay, before anyone starts being cruel, I feel like I need to clarify something. The seats at HELP's auditorium are pretty retarded. They somehow don't feel as sturdy as the ones in the cinemas. In fact, that wasn't the only seat I've seen that's broken. Once in class, this dude sat down on another seat and it broke too, and the guy wasn't even that big.

So anyway. Because of the noise the seat made when it gave, quite a number of students actually turned around to look for the source of the commotion. By the time I noticed the students who were sitting in front of me who were turning about to stare, the girl had already managed to get herself off of the floor and into the seat next to it. But her face was flaming red and by the looks of it, she was trying very hard to look unbothered.

As if that wasn't bad enough, a whole bunch of chicks started looking at her and pointing and snickering, as well as commenting louder. And they study social psychology. Which makes me wonder, how can someone who's at the ripe old age of nineteen still act like a five year old?

Some people just need to learn how to grow up.