I hate it when you come to the class early but you have no effort to ease the coming lecture and lecturer.
I hate it when you ask “why me” when I ask your favor to take the equipments.
I hate it when you keep talking among yourselves although the lecturer has already come.
Worse, I hate it when you keep talking among yourselves when the lecturer is delivering his/her lecture.
Worst, I hate it when you can keep silent instead, when the lecturer gives you opportunity to speak and to ask questions.
I hate it when you come late to the class and show no guilt on your face.
I hate it when you show your childish behaviors, playing around while the lecturer is in front teaching.
I hate it when you don’t appreciate the lecturer’s effort while you take it as burden.
I hate it when you ask me questions when I’m focusing my attention to the lecture.
I hate it when you ask me to ask the lecturer questions whereas you are able to do so on your own.
And... the ultimate hatred of mine is when I be a part of what I initially hate. Na'uzubillah...