Yes, you're a (correctly spelled) victim
...but it's not due to your studentyness. It's due to your youth. Until you get into your your 30s, the kind of polite arrogance that lets staff know that their jobs depend on a single raise of the eyebrow simply isn't present.

Unless you went to Eton, in which case they'll clear the table, bring fresh toast, top up the hot drinks and stir the porridge with their cocks.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Fri 2 Apr 2010, 22:46, Reply)