Sure I look down on my fellow students.
I feel as though I'm above them.
I feel that I'm better than they are.

I sneer at them.

Today in Film History we watched "The Freshman" with Harold Lloyd. The lights went off and not only did my fellow students laugh in all the right places, but they didn't talk through the film or make fun of it as being boring or lame or corny, or any of the things they say when the lights are on. They enjoyed it like a film audience in the '20s. When Harold is at his lowest, when he realizes his friends are all fakers and he's been used and made fun of, the classroom was dead silent. At the end, they applauded.

Dude, I love my fellow studenti.