Just last week, a girl answered her cell phone in a 20-person lecture. And I began to think about all the other little things that make me cringe inside. So here is an incomplete list of things that rub me the wrong way, get my panties in a twist and leave me wondering if other people dislike them too:

1) When a Chapstick is running out, but it’s the only one you have, and you keep digging the plastic edges into your lips in hopes of getting any little bit of lip balm.

2) Powerpoint slides that have size 10-point font and contain the information of a novella.

3) Laptop use at inappropriate times, like during presentations, slide shows in art class, or movie clips.

4) Irrelevant, off-topic, or anecdotal questions in class.

5) The last inch of lead in a mechanical pencil — it seems too long to throw away, yet just short enough to not click out any farther.

6) E-mails to dorm lists about needing a black pen, a cowboy hat or an econ book.

7) The garbage truck at 8am on Saturday mornings, whose reversing beeps are just similar enough to your alarm clock that you get very confused.

8) Getting a fresh pair of socks wet from the mysterious and constant flood in the dorm bathroom.

9) Gross hair in the dorm sink.

10) Gross hair in the dorm shower drain.

11) Any hair I find that is not attached to my head and is not attached to somebody else’s.

12) Speed biking to your first class of the day and seeing cheery freshmen already biking back from their 9 a.m.

13) When I am trying to avoid a biker coming head-on from the opposite direction, but both of us swerve to the same side to avoid each other, only to swerve again to the opposite side together, to swerve in unison to the original side once again, to finally come to a complete stop, wheel-to-wheel, three inches away from each other.

14) When Moonbean’s closes earlier than usual.

15) Late-to-class-comers-inners — at least have a little shame and shut the door slowly and quietly.

16) When someone says a class is easy...and then you get a “B.”

17) Three unit classes that are more work than an Oxford tutorial.

18) Bikini clad girls laying out by the Claw.

19) Scrunchies — if it’s cloth and substantial, it shouldn’t be in your hair.

20) A seemingly flirtatious and interested dude that then doesn’t return your Facebook message.

21) Kids who put their feet up in lecture — dawgs, this isn’t the movies. And take some notes.

22) Facebook pictures that are too glamorous.

23) Facebook pictures that say, “Look at me, I’m crazy and fun” and inevitably include a goofy expression, puckered lips, a fake look of surprise, neon spandex, an inflatable man or Aviator sunglasses.

24) Ice cream cones that are broken.

25) When professors give optional reading...I am struggling to get all the un-optional stuff done, in your class and in my other three.

26) The kid who does the optional reading.

27) How no matter how often you reposition your mattress pad, it always sags off the edge of your bed, pulling your fitted sheet with it.

28) Those that snub Justin, Nelly or Gwen. Don’t pretend your foot doesn’t start to tap when you hear their dance-ready pop.

29) Classes that end at 12:30.

30) Finally breaking down to buy a new ID card, only to have it show up in the laundry, the strangest drawer or a friend’s pocket the next day.

31) When your bike seat gets a hole in it, and then the incredibly efficient sponge of a sponge seat expels a liter of water into your inseam each time it rains.

32) Having to shimmy under the depths of your desk to unhook the power cord for your laptop in order to go to the library...and then doing that all again when you get back to your room

33) How my parents have Netflix and watch way more cool TV than I do.

34) When someone spoils a TV show you were saving to watch as a treat for yourself.

35) Watching anything in a dorm lounge, and trying to not listen to all the yelling, overly laughy, conversations that immediately seem to occur just as you sit down.

36) Forced endings.

If you have any other suggestions for the list, send them to kttaylor@stanford.edu.