I think the blog is getting to Joe's head

And it worries me.

But more importantly, my world has been rocked. Up until this day, I've always hated "that guy." I've despised "that guy." "That guy," of course, being the one person in every class who just has to have something to say about everything. The one who always talks, always volunteers to answer questions, always has an opinion, and can somehow always relate the war in Iraq to the current discussion, even if you're in discrete math.

In the past, I have not had good feelings about "that guy." I didn't respect "that guy" and I generally regarded him (I have yet to meet a female "that guy") as a teacher's pet. Once, "that guy" woke me up while I was taking a pleasant nap in a class. I never forgave "that guy."

But thanks to the wisdom of a friend, I've realized that "that guy" is the most vital and essential part of my college career. "That guy" provides me cover: without "that guy" my professors would only hear overwhelming silence whenever they asked a question. They might even catch on that I have yet to buy a textbook in college. And that would be a nightmare.

So if you, like me, failed to realize how important "that guy" is, today you should thank "that guy." Tell "that guy" what a great job he's doing for the rest of us. Shake "that guy's" hand and tell him to never stop. Because without "that guy" the rest of us would be up the river without a paddle.

~Matt