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Please - in class - just shut up.
Please.
Just... listen. For once. Stop taking that sound coming from Chef's mouth as a cue to find your next excuse to interject, or to stop everything Chef is doing, just so you can impart your profound sense of irony/observation.
There's simply no need for you to expound on what Chef says. Don't scratch that itch. And please don't keep talking to clarify those already muddy waters. There's no need to impress us with your depth of knowledge or mastery of the uttered talent. And please don't elaborate on those points. You've already exceeded the maximum verbosity necessary. Nay, you've progressed to SUPERceeding the maximum allowed promiscuity with transmission of thought vs. reception at that point.
Just... listen.
I'm not saying this as an educator. I'm saying this as your fellow student - desparately trying to get a good education for my money - alongside you.
In case you misunderstand me...
I love you, I got your back. That thing you do with all those generic, bottled, dry spices on the leftover fabricated chicken is miraculous... but... I did not pay all this money, and sign all those forms, and take on all this ridiculous responsibility and fuss just so I could listen to your foibles last night with your girlfriend/boyfriend/friend/whatever and how bomb that is.
Thank you in advance,
- The Culinuthiast
Please.
Just... listen. For once. Stop taking that sound coming from Chef's mouth as a cue to find your next excuse to interject, or to stop everything Chef is doing, just so you can impart your profound sense of irony/observation.
There's simply no need for you to expound on what Chef says. Don't scratch that itch. And please don't keep talking to clarify those already muddy waters. There's no need to impress us with your depth of knowledge or mastery of the uttered talent. And please don't elaborate on those points. You've already exceeded the maximum verbosity necessary. Nay, you've progressed to SUPERceeding the maximum allowed promiscuity with transmission of thought vs. reception at that point.
Just... listen.
I'm not saying this as an educator. I'm saying this as your fellow student - desparately trying to get a good education for my money - alongside you.
In case you misunderstand me...
I love you, I got your back. That thing you do with all those generic, bottled, dry spices on the leftover fabricated chicken is miraculous... but... I did not pay all this money, and sign all those forms, and take on all this ridiculous responsibility and fuss just so I could listen to your foibles last night with your girlfriend/boyfriend/friend/whatever and how bomb that is.
Thank you in advance,
- The Culinuthiast
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