w t f ?03 February 2005
back to school: week 4
Welcome to number four in the series, "Get My Ass Outta This Class!"
I would never have believed it, had I not experienced it with my entire self; ears and eyes included! She (freak shrink professor) showed her colors earlier this week; she lowered herself both personally AND more importantly professionally. It appears that not only does she truly appreciate a clean slate from which to mold young minds; she verbally chastised the entire back row(s) for sitting in said back row(s)!
Not only did I find her public display appalling, but I was fuming, and in a fit of “fuck you, lady” in the back of my head. I politely told her I was comfortable where I was. She implied that anyone in the back of the room was ill prepared to be there and not paying attention. Ordinarily, I might agree with her, but there’s not an individual there who fits that stereotype—it’s simply a large class! I finally gestured a smirk and a half-ass smile and turned my face back into my notes—notes I take home and rewrite a second time! Slackers, anyways…
I stewed for the whole session; luckily it was all refresher information for me, so I wasn’t concerned. I had earlier tried to answer a question, to which she readily accepted the first half and looking directly at me, proceeding to talk over me through the second half, and very rudely at that. (The latter part of the answer was necessary to quantify the first half!)
I waited in line after class, not having any idea of what I was going to say to her until I approached the desk… so I went the ‘sugary bitch’ route with the biggest, sweetest smile on my face, and in my voice…
Ms. Freak Shrink, I thought I should inform you of the following--I do in fact come to class very well prepared. You see Ms. Freak Shrink, those two big air conditioners that blast cool air for the comfort of your minions up there? Well, if I were to sit anywhere else, my contact lenses would petrify in my eyeballs, and really, well that would just suck and I wouldn’t be able to see the board, anyways. Did you notice me fluttering my eyes—it’s not just to be cute… that is what happens when the air blasts the moisture right out of them. (Insert precious smile here).Yes, I actually used the term, "petrify in my eyeballs…" what else could she do but accept it… today she actually stayed offa’ my ass. I didn’t test her since she deemed those of who showed up extra points for our presence alone. She also had the opportunity to walk directly into another girl and I, as I was sharing my first copy of notes with her from a day she missed last week. I could spare that set; I had another at home! Yes, Ms. Freak Shrink, I really am a good student, whether I sit in the back rows or not! Hrrmph!
I can only hope it sticks now, because she has taken the enjoyment out of this class for me, and that’s just wrong!
On a totally different topic, let’s talk about poor eating habits! During these past weeks, I have not cooked anything that didn’t come out of a plastic container, bag, vending machine, cardboard box, and wasn’t handed out of a drive-thru window! Am I glowing? I choked on “Sour Skittles” yesterday… Do we all revert to childhood/teenage freedom like that? I spoke with another 30sumthin’ student, and while we were talking, she succinctly stated that she was going to be a few minutes late to a class we had together because she was going to finish her peanuts and that was the end of that; and she was, and she did!
Aloha!
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scrawled by BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah @ Thursday, February 03, 2005
8 bitches:
My husband has a teacher who's turning out to be one of those...The other day he turned in a paper, and just because the title page wasn't EXACTLY how the prof wanted it (yet, he didn't provide a sample title sheet), he didn't even READ it!
@ 04 February, 2005 15:31,
BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah eloquently stated...
Ouchie! MLA, APA, or Teacher's Way - damn when it's teacher's way they NEED to provide that data - did he get to turn it back in? That sucks!
@ 04 February, 2005 15:47,
D Brooks eloquently stated...
Deep cleansing breath.... deep cleansing bresth...
Very good :)
Now, repeat after me... "I will NOT kick the Freak Shrink teacher's ASS... I will NOT kick the Freak Shrink teacher's ass."
Good, now take your damned nails outta the chair arms and don't let that freak get to you, lol
DB
@ 04 February, 2005 17:32,
BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah eloquently stated...
@ 04 February, 2005 20:07,
Wench eloquently stated...
@ 04 February, 2005 21:55,
BTude a.k.a. GlassHoppah eloquently stated...
@ 07 February, 2005 02:28,
eloquently stated...
I had a teacher complain once about me sitting in the back of the room. I told her it was so I could see everyone in the classroom during class discussions, and wouldn't have to crane my neck to see who was talking.
@ 07 February, 2005 05:22,
Grins eloquently stated...
Hopefully she'll back off a bit now. Isn't it great being an older student though? The professors don'4 tend to intimidate you and you just address things that most students whisper amongst themselves instead. Oh, and on a school related note, I posted a few things heard around campus on my Sunday post.
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@ 04 February, 2005 14:41,
Wench eloquently stated...