I do about three minutes of overview about the class and a young man in the front row says out loud, without raising his hand, "Why don't you just give us the syllabus?"
I see a couple of students around him sort of smile. They've got a champion and it's only 8:03 am. "I don't give the syllabus out until the end of the first week."
"You should just give us the syllabus so we know what the class is about."
"Well, I'm telling you what the class is about right now."
"Do you have a syllabus?"
I reach into my briefcase and hold up copies of the syllabus in the air. The young man stands up and heads over. I put them back in the case before he reaches me.
"Why can't we have the syllabus?" He has to back up to his chair now and sit down again, empty handed.
"Because today I want to talk about the class. I want to share with you all of the information you need to do well."
At this point I notice the class has subtly shifted over to my side. Some people are staring at him open-mouthed.
He puts his earbuds in and folds his arms, places his head on the table in front of him.
I get up and walk over in front of him, wave to get his attention. "Listen, you don't want to listen, maybe it's best if you find yourself another class."
This really surprises him. He ceremoniously pulls one earbud out and looks up at me. He stands up, grabs his bag and as casual as possible walks out of the room. I hear a distant "Fuck" after the door closes.