You walk into your class, ready to learn. You were known for being the smartest in your grade, likely the valedictorian. Sitting proudly in your chair, a guy comes in a few minutes late. His haircut was horrendous. “Is this room 502?” He says, calmly. The teacher nods, and he sits. The teacher asks a particularly hard question, and only you and him both raise your hands. He is picked. “The answer is A.” He says, simply. No explanation. … This guy is starting to piss you off.