So there I am, sitting in biochem waiting for our midterm to start, trying to ignore the last minute cram questions. Then my ears pick up on something... "I'm not worried about getting into med school because I'm so smart and did amazing on the MCAT. Like, I got in the 95th percentile. But you know, I like decided that if that doesn't work out, then I'll just go be a vet cause I know I can get into any vet school I want."
..... the room turned a lovely shade of red and my body temp rose an easy 5 degrees. Being that I try to maintain my professional bearing since I'm the older guy in class, I did what any other self-respecting individual would do and I lost my marbles. I think the pulsing vein in the side of my head was her clue to not respond and take the beating.
For note - my school is extremely heavy on human medicine with dual-enrollment to a lot of professional programs, so with that comes an abundance of these self-absorbed/entitled kids, many of whom have not had to work a day in their life. "Everything is easy, because, like, you know, if I want it then I just get it."
Rant Over.