The Philosophy of "Tim"

Oh my God I am so glad that my philosophy class is over. The people in my class are complete idiots.

This one idiot, lets call him "Tim" because I don't know his actual name nor care to, has asked 7 completely moronic questions today. Today is the last class. The first thing my professor said when he walked into class is "Ok I'm going to let you guys go unless you have any questions." I thought "Great!  Now I have more time to study for my exam which is after this class which is going to be the hardest exam of my life!  What a lifesaver!"

But no. Tim has to chime in here. Tim has to ask questions, questions that have nothing to do with anything. "What kind of cat is on your shirt?" "How come at the beginning of the semester you wore ties and now you wear t-shirts?"

Are you f%#$ing kidding me Tim?? I have shit to do and your making me sit here and listen to your moronic questions about freaking cats meanwhile I need to study.  I hope a cat attacks you on your walk home. I hope you get hit by a Cata bus and die. I obviously didn't learn anything in this class by the way since it is a class on ethics and I'm wishing for the death of Tim. Fucking Tim man.  Tim.

So along with Tim's moronic questions he also proceeds to ask if we need to cite our references if we quote then in our paper. Hmm let me see if I can answer this question for you Tim...YES. YES TIM. ARE YOU NOT ATTENDING AN ESTABLISHED UNIVERSITY RIGHT NOW????  TIIIIMMMMMM GGGAAAAHHHHHH.  WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH YOUR ENTIRE WASTED LIFE?!?

One more thing about Tim. Today in class he asked where we need to drop off our final paper. Professor says 240 Sparks Building. Tim says "Wait, I'm confused. I just go in there and drop it off? Whenever I want? I'm so confused."
Death to you Tim.