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MetalxSoldier said:
What the fuck does yandere mean?

Yandrefriend said:

I dunno if she suffered from 2edgy4uitis or what, but I sat behind the creepiest chick in my Microbiology class. Some of her greatest hits include
Invading people's personal space and softly growling
Disrupting lectures with anecdotes completely unrelated to Microbiology. For example, she interrupted our professor discussing necrotizing fasciitis to talk about her fanfiction
Began wearing cat ears and this tail thing and meowing at people
Wore a bazillion bracelets on each arm because "they cover up all my scars. People can't handle me."
Licked a petri dish that had strep culturing and then claimed she got cancer.
She also smelled like she had never bathed or showered. A musty, nauseating aroma of bo, rancid vag and unwashed ass.
When confronted about her weirdness or when told to knock her behavior off, she would start breathing hard and saying, "I'm so triggered by this."

I had to partner up with her for a lab assignment and I wanted to slit her throat with an erlenmeyer flask.
First of all, I had a very good grade in the class so I wasn't about to tolerate any bullshit that would fuck it up. She had no idea what to do despite being in the class for over a month. As soon as I turned the burner on she goes, "I just loooooove fire. I want to touch it," and like a retard goes to stick her hands in the flame. I shouted, "what the fuck are you doing?! Don't touch the fire!" She picked up my binder slammed it down and screamed "DONT YELL AT ME! EVERYONE'S LOOKING AT ME" and ran out of the lab fake crying (no tears but overexaggerared boo hooing)
Another time she kept derailing a lecture and when the professor finally told her to either contribute to the discussion or be quiet she crossed her arms across her chest, went 'HMPH' loudly and then started trying to cut herself with a pencil.
She would constantly ask guys if they were gay because "omg I just have to have a gay bestie" when they would say, "no, I'm straight," she'd get all pissed and then call them homophobic.
The one that chapped my ass the most was, she would go to the library to use the computers. Which isn't so bad, if she was using it for school work. Instead she would go on Neopets or some weird ass anime porn site and then sit there for hours. I had to ask her once to please get off the computer if she isn't using it for research purposes and she whipped around and tried to fucking bite me. Luckily a librarian saw it and kicked her out a deal forbade her from coming back. But not before crazypants begins hyperventilating and growling saying, "you can't. I need it. I NEED THE INTERNET OR I WILL DIE. YOU'RE KILLING MEEEE. YOU'RE RAPING MEEEE."

Part of our final was a ten page research paper. You could choose your own topic or the professor would assign you one. So, part of this involved peer review. I wrote my paper on Ebola, she wrote hers on herpes.
Not only was her paper not researched one iota, it was written in chat speak. So a sentence wud lok lyke dis. She had incorrect information everywhere, like herpes could be cured with a vegan diet or it was discovered by someone named John Herpes and that's where the name came from. The girl who had to peer review it thought it was a joke and Tumblr girl got all butthurt and called her ignorant and stupid.
Meanwhile, my paper was peer reviewed by, you guessed it Legbeardia, and in purple glitter pen on the top she wrote "This is so racist. You can't say it originated in Zaire and Sudan, that's wrong."

Okay, so I needed a a social sciences credit and I procrastinated on registering so I got stuck with Women's Studies. I figured, "Hey, I'm a woman so how bad could it be?"
It was so bad.
First day of class, the professor said and I swear to god I'm not making this up, "I don't believe any men should be in my classes. You can drop right now bit if you stay, know that you're invading a safe female space and I will treat you as such." One guy raises his hand and she went on to say how she wasn't answering any questions, don't like it, leave. Need the credit? Well good luck then. She then went on to say she's never given out an A because A means perfection and she doesn't believe in it.
So many red flags were popping up. I felt awkward and uncomfortable just sitting there.
All but two guys dropped the class because like me, they needed the credit. True to her word, she treated them with contempt. Everything was their fault. Men ruined everything. Men only wage war and rape. Women are kind and nurturing.
Grade. A. Bullshit.
One class she began discussing sexuality, and this was the class that made me report her to the Dean of students, Lodge a formal complaint on the record and drop. She started with her usual, "men are awful, men do nothing but rape, women are awesome" and then somehow homosexuality comes up. She said, "Well, Whoatethekidsthen is a lesbian so everyone let's ask her."
First of all, yes I am a lesbian. But that doesn't fucking mean it's okay to call me out and then say "let's ask her about it!" So, I said, "No, I'm not comfortable with that." She rolled her eyes and said, "participation is 15% of your grade, so I advise you to do participate." I told her I don't appreciate her putting me and my sexuality on the spot and furthermore, what if I wasn't gay? How do you just assume you can do that?
By now everyone in the class is looking at me and it's awkward as fuck. She says, "Well, we're waiting" and I told her, "Good, wait all you want. I'm not an exhibit in the zoo."
She told me to go out in the hall and she follows me out, shuts the door and begins yelling at me like I'm a child. How dare I undermine her in front of the class. How dare I speak to her with such disrespect. Do I want to fail her class, because she'll fail me right now. I told her if she did that, I will report her to the Dean and the department chairman. She then tells me to get out if her class, never come back and that I'm a disgrace and clearly I'm a self loathing homosexual.
I followed up on my word and went immediately to the department chairman who upon hearing the teachers name, sighed and said, "yes, we're familiar with her. Unfortunately she's a tenured professor but I assure you I will do what I can." Not satisfied with that, I went to the Dean of students and talked with her at length. She told me that the school had been having problems with her for years but whenever they attempted to do anything she would hem and haw about sexism, patriarchy and then stonewall any attempts to get her to change her act.
In the end I was able to drop that class and got put into an awesome anthropology class taught by a sane and rational person.

Coolspot said:
I don't even know what that is.

Maybe a cafeteria lady?