Vicarishame, Take 2

I'm taking this cool film class, like really cool, where we watch a lot of movies from all over the world and talk about them. I really love the professor, because he is young and cool. I'm learning, like, a lot.

In this class, we have two dumbasses. They always sit together, laugh, and disrupt the class by saying something like unbelievably stupid or out of place and never liking any "artsy" or "olden" movies. They are quite pin-headed about it, too, like, "I don't like this movie just 'cause I don't like it and why do I have to explain why I don't like it? It's a movie, people can like it or not. And I don't!"

Yesterday one of them brought in a fast-food meal because he was hungry and it's a night class. He ate and poured the salt remaining in the packet right onto his buddy's head, from the back. Salt got on his buddy's neck and under his sweatshirt. It travels like really fast, so the salted one jumped and screamed, flailing his arms like crazy and shaking off the stuff from his clothes. "Spiders, tiny spiders!" he yelled, and we all thought that he really had spiders running, like, up and down his body.

When he finally figured out it was salt, he almost punched the eater. I felt so much vicarishame for both of them! Felt bad for the prof, too, who's too nice to scold them. Like, how old are they, four?