I'm halfway done with my first semester of MBA classes. The classes itself are alright, the subject matter is easy enough, but it does take a lot of time to stay on top of. However, there are some people in there that are like the concentrated version of the worst people in my undergraduate studies:
The Cliff Clavin - This motherfucker feels the need to pipe up on every question, offering bits of trivia nobody gives two shits about. The professor rolls his eyes and sighs when this douche feels the need to speak. Somehow he doesn't get the hint (ie, the lack of any kind of follow up discussion whatsoever) that nobody is interested in talking about the business model of Boeing. Fuck you for wasting minutes of our valuable time. If you are this guy or think you may be this guy, the next time you think about opening your mouth, ask yourself, "Is this really going to add valuable discussion?" If the answer is anywhere other than "fuck yes", keep your mouth shut.
The Hotshot Douchebag - We have several large financial branches here so there are some people who make good money (maybe not Prole levels but pretty good) in Finance. As a result, they talk a lot of shit in the middle of the class, talk loudly about random shit during a lecture, etc. Everyone else is visually uncomfortable around this douche. Tends to dress like Gordon Gekko on Wall Street.
The Oneupsmanship Women - Behind me there are three sarcastic, bitchy girls. They seem to be friends on the surface but the veneer is thin. Essentially their discussions are exercises in oneupsmanship: how important they are at their jobs, how much money their husbands are raking in, how lavish of vacations they're going to have, etc. They seem to talk during the lecture without any actual concern as to whether anyone else wants to pay attention to the lecture. Their stories are funny because it seems like shitthatdidnthappen.txt in order to get one over on the other two. Apparently they aren't that bright because they apparently bombed their recent exams but it was totally the professor's fault.