Faulty Elevators, College Life and OTs

I don't know what the hell is wrong with that new building, but really, it is getting on my nerves.

First off, the elevator was made in three days, not three weeks. However, those damn fucktards you call 'college students' keep on jumping like fucking preschool students who just have had their very first ride in that elevator. Oh please. You're rich, you've probably rode many elevators that can last you a lifetime, but do spare me in your game. I want to live, you bastards.

Speaking of which, I got stuck in the elevator. Damn doors refused to open. Blockmate had to force it open.

Second, idiots who have the nerve to beg to the professor to have an extention for the deadline of an essay. No homework for the past week, and you have the nerve to beg? Start working, you lazy ass bitches. Partying like the animals that you really are are NOT to be done during weekdays.

Third, OTs. Close friends in my block may know this, but what the hell is wrong with those two? Sex buddies, perhaps? They seem not to separate, even during class hours. OT in secluded areas, anyway?

Lastly, Donald Duck. No, not the Disney character. Just an asshole who thinks he is sooo smart.