Big mouth lady...

Big mouth lady. There's no way to describe her without being offensive, so I'll do my best, and I won't mention her real name. We call her big mouth lady. She's that woman you just want to smack up-side the head. So you can fully appreciate the experience of sitting through my painful biology class, I will give you a few scenarios. Everyone (or almost everyone) is sitting in their seats. Dr. La Belle is now fifteen minuets into his dreadfully boring, horribly dry lecture, when she enters. Bi g mouth lady herself, her humongous bag on wheels right behind her. She's not satisfied with just walking in, no, not big mouth lady. She has to announce, "I'm here!". As if we didn't all already notice. Now, keep in mind that not only does our syllabus tell us we aren't allowed to have food or drink in the lab at any time, we were all informed this on the first day of class as well. Big mouth lady disrupts everything as she makes her way to her seat. However, it would be out of character for her to just sit down. No, she has to stand there taking out all her books, a can of nasty looking protein shake, a bottle of soda, and finally, a cup of ice.
She finally gets seated and we think we all think we're going to be able to get through the lecture without any more interruptions, but no. Not while big mouth lady is around. Now the questions start flying. Our professor could have just spent twenty minuets over explaining a self explanatory chart, and she will still have questions. As if it weren't bad enough, she sits there rubbing and squeezing an all too willing boy's back and arms, who is at least twenty years younger than her! I'd go on about her ensembles, but I don't want to scare anyone. She's one of those older women, trying to act nineteen.
Oh big mouth lady, if you only knew the impact you have on our young minds.