Freudian Slip

Want to hear something wonderful? Tomorrow, I'm going down to Toronto to see Phantom of the Opera with my boy.
Want to hear something exciting? Tomorrow, I'm getting my new glasses.
Want to hear something hilarious? No?
Well, too bad.
Psychology class, in case you didn't know, is a large lecture of 450 students. Needless to say, comments are not encouraged, unless of course it is a pressing matter that needs to be dealt with. Unfortunately for one boy (known as Idiot-Stab-Wound Boy, for reasons you shall soon discover) this principle is NOT common sense. He feels the need to interject with every question in the book...
Yesterday, we were looking at ink-blot tests (the splotches that resemble things, only they actually don't...). This boy puts up his hand, and says "What if you don't see what you're supposed to see ***. The professor stared this boy down until he quivered, and said "You should stab yourself in the forehead for asking that question."
The boy looked astonished, and stammered "Um, maybe, should I rephrase the question?"
"You damn well better. Have I taught you nothing?"
The other 449 people in the class died laughing, including the camera man who was taping the lecture for CU TV.
*** in case you didn't know, ink blots are merely blots of ink on a page that aren't supposed to resemble anything. It is what you interpret the ink blot to be that tells a psychologist something about you. Get it?