When people stop being polite and start getting real.

Today at student teaching, during a whole class discussion about fish facts, a little boy spoke up and said with an exasperated sigh, "Can we move on?  I'm bored."  Dude, I totally understand.

It's moments like this one when I envy the kids in my kindergarten class.  How awesome would it be to just say what you were truly thinking?

To the creepy homeless guy on the subway:  Stop it with the crazy eyes already!  You're seriously freaking me out.

To the arrogant bitch in my TC class (which class, you ask?  Pick one, any one):  You need to STFU.  If you really knew all the answers, than why the hell are you paying $40,000 to take these classes?  Get over yourself.

To my suitemate:  Do you really need to make so many noises when you spit after brushing your teeth?  Not only do you sound like you're hocking up a lung, but you do it at totally random times of the night which is not convenient for my sleep schedule.

To my hippie professor: Stop sounding like you were an extra in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.  Put down the bong, stow the "education is the connection between love and heart and hand and soul" crap, and just tell me what I need to know to be a competent teacher. 

But of course, I'm not a 5-year-old kid.  I'm (apparently) an adult, with both Canadian politeness and Quaker peacefullness drilled into me, so I will never ever say any of these things.  Although, who knows--a few more months of living in New York and I might start shaking things up a bit.