In the Bukowski book 'Post Office' the main character's life is made hell by a guy called 'David Janko'. Janko's not really a bad guy, but while they're working side-by-side sorting the mail against a clock he never shuts up. He mistakes Hank for an educated man and spends hours relating the torment in his soul, the novel he's been working on, his sexual exploits. It gets to Hank and sends him crazy. Hank'll do anything to avoid this guy, Dave Janko.
So yeah, at Uni last year I had a Dave Janko of my own. We were in the same Java tute in the first semester and it was apparent I knew my shit. In the second semester he decided he was gunna attach himself to me. He was some seriously obnoxious stuff. There wasn't a damned thing he didn't have an opinion on and he never kept these thoughts to himself. Every day at Uni I got blah blah blah blah.
He even decided he was going to do some group work with me. I made the mistake of believing some of his bullshit. Hell, I still don't know if it was true. Turns out he was just using me to get his mark up. For one assignment I gave him a small part involving something Unixish, an area he was supposedly proficient in. But of course on the day the assignment had to be submitted, during the hour after it was supposed to be given to the tutor, he's sitting at his computer in the lab working on it.
So yeah. Today I was dreading running into him. And he wasn't there. I thought that was fucking fantastic. I didn't have to listen to him talking about all uninteresting crap that he did over the summer, which probably would have involved freelance jobs he got paid a lot of money for, girls he hung out with, booze he drank blah blah blah blah.
That's what happens at Uni if you don't fucken work. There's still a possibility he'll be there tomorrow but from talking to other people I doubt he passed the prereqs for the core subjects.