Anthropology class is a class where we learn about the importance of the chimpanzee and bonobo and how their life in the tree was critical to our development as humans. In an interesting way at least. When the man from the writing center came to teach us about topic sentences, I felt like a mindless chimp. When given the proper cue, I’d raise my hand and read a text. The difference between me and a regular chimp, was that I knew the material already, I was a smart chimp. That was the atmosphere of the entire class. It wasn’t fair for the teacher since we were used to our anthropology teacher’s booming voice and teaching style who could go the whole class without us speaking once. The man from the writing center should have tried some group discussions to keep us on our toes. Instead, most of the class piggy-backed off the same five students participating, who were actually saving the class from long awkward silences, something our anthropology teacher wouldn’t allow.