The students surrounding "Skunky Brewster" spent the entire lecture pretending to turn pages so they could fan away his toxic stench.

By his failure to adequately address basic bodily odors, Skunky here adversely affected the learning environment, and thus must hit the road.

Target number four: back to the Cold War lecture (must be something about the type of people attracted to the Cold War).

In this class, we spent a lot of time discussing things military: covert operations, intelligence gathering techniques, nuclear armaments.

I guess it is expected that with the predominantly male class, the testosterone levels would result in some excited students. But the Army Ranger in row C needed to chill.

It seems that every time the professor would mention death or bombs or tragedy, this soldier of fortune felt the need to cheer.

Now, I have nothing against ROTC. My sister did it, and she could kill me with her pinky. I respect that. But a note to nukeboy: War is not cool! You do not pass go! Get out.

Target number five, the final target, is not a student, but deserves honorable mention: Unicycle Man.