No More Questions

We have all been there. Forced to go to a seminar, or a work class or driver's education course. We have to be there in order to fulfill some sort of certificate or program. We do our best to look alert and pretend to be interested. In the case of the defensive driving course, we need to take the same course every three years. Same videos, same book, in fact, same teacher. We go because we are obligated. Every class has an allotted amount of time, and we do our best to budget our boredom. Every class I have ever been to, has one special type of person. I call them "The Questioner". Everyone in the room is listening to the same information, counting the minutes until the class is dismissed (hopefully early) but this one person needs to delve deeper into it. "Why". "How". "Explain". All that the rest of the class wants to do is bide their time until the break, and then try to stay awake until the finale. I never understood how the questioner does not pick up the vibes of the rest of the class, as we grunt, groan and shoot imaginary daggers at him. I believe in a one question limit. If you need more than that, take private lessons.