I never liked anything in class that smelled. Too much perfume, gas, B.O., whatever. There was one guy who used to roll out of bed and come to class. He would still have crease lines on his face from the pillow, wore a crusty baseball hat, and just smelled like bad, stale sleep and you could smell it even a few seats away. Ick.
Oooh, this is more something that happens during tests -- I hate arrogant, obnoxious, talkative, bragging test takers. When I took the bar exam, this guy behind me had to tell the world how EASY everything was after each section, and how he didn't even have to THINK about it, but he ACED everything. Meanwhile, I'm sweating and freaking out about failing. He wouldn't shut up, not for a second when we weren't testing. I grew to hate him with every fiber of my being during that two day period. And wouldn't you know -- on the day of being admitted to the federal bar, he was there! I guess all my curses and wishes for him to fail didn't work after all.
