Biology 101, his first year in college. Michael was entering class, he hated it with a passion. Everything science in his mind was pointless, and he was only taking the class out of necessity. He took his seat and noticed that his regular professor was not there, and Mr. Wilkerson, or so the chalkboard stated, was substituting. Under his name was the topic for today, the biology of the human female.
“Now why do we have to learn this…” he complained, “how women work has nothing to do with me, yet I have to write an essay or something on the crap.” A few people turned to look at him after his complaint, taking little notice. He continued to get out his things to begin taking notes, as a girl walked up to his desk.
“What is wrong with women exactly?” she asked him in a snarky tone.
“What? Nothing!” He argued back, “I never said anything was wrong with women.” She looked at him, visibly irritated.
She replied, “How