Why I am a Massive Tool (part six in an ongoing series)

So I started taking German last week—and it’s really intense. Classes are three hours a day, four days a week, with an expectation of 16-20 hours of outside study a week. That would be entirely doable if I weren’t also working 20 hours a week, doing a political blog, starting Latin, and running. But I am just complaining, when I meant to explain why I’m a massive tool. So here goes:
The class is made up of 19 students: 3 adult learners, 1 Carleton kid in the cities for the summer, 14 U of M kids, and myself. Now, my female friends have told me that despite their best intentions, when they go to eat at the Barnard cafeteria they have to somehow make clear that they are Columbia kids. This German class is my Barnard cafeteria. I love the U of M and like most everyone there that I know (contrast to, say St. Thomas: the High School after High School [or alternatively, the Party that Started in Eden Prairie just Moved to St. Paul]), and I think that you can get an amazing education at the U. But I just want to come to class one day with Columbia sweatshirt. Or, if my classmates talk about the metro transit system, I just want to say:

“Oh yes. You know, we have a pretty good public transit system in New York- did I mention I go to school there? Yes. No, not NYU, Columbia.”

Does this desire really make me a massive tool?
Yes, yes it does.