I totally let that German teacher have it. This class is worth one credit, right? *One* credit. And now, as the semester draws to a close and everyone is inundated with final projects and exams, she assigns all these fucking "presentations," to which she holds her stopwatch. After ours today, she started giving us critiques, saying, "When I say the presentation is 15 minutes, that's 15 minutes, not 14, not 13 [blah blah blah bullshit deleted]. It's your responsibility to makes sure that [blah blah blah]." When she was assigning more "presentations" for next week, I raised my hand. In English, I said, "I thought this was a German conversation class, not a speech class. Now we're getting all this homework and outside preparation when everyone is having their finals. I find it to be unbalanced." "Unbalanced." I was trying to keep it clean. She got very defensive and blustery and embarked upon some tirade, at the end of which she addressed to me, "I don't see what your problem with this is." I replied, "It just seems like a lot of work for one credit. One credit." [A three-hour tour. A three-hour tour.] She goes, "Well just don't do it if you don't want to." I'm so sure, and let her give me some shitty grade, let this stupid class bring down my GPA (not that I'm overly concerned about my GPA, but you know what I mean). Everyone else in the class was totally uncomfortable and squirming in their seats. I don't know how they feel about my outburst, with the exception of one other girl, who came up to me after class and said she agrees.
Maybe the conversation class depends upon the teacher's personality to make it a comfortable environment, whereas she has the personality of a constipated yak wearing a brown shirt. A brown hair shirt. The other girl and I are going to complain to the head of the department; I mean, that teacher's going to slam me.
In other news ... holy shit, I got asked out! Oh, uhhhhh ....... I'd better not think about it much. A guy named Mike was sitting at the computer next to me in the VA student office. He's young, in his early twenties, but he looks much younger than that. Got out of the army about a year ago. Holy mackerel. He said he didn't mind the age difference. I'm not going to read too much into it or fret. I am freaked out, though--I never get asked out.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:07 PM
2 Comments:
Hey congratulations on being asked out. I know, that would freak me out too.
ROTFLMAO! A constipated yak in a brown hair shirt! I had a German teacher like that in highschool. Miserable old sod.
Congrats on the date. I have a friend who's dating a younger guy and loving it. I don't think he has the slightest clue that she's 41. Age is all in the mind (or the knees, depending on the weather).
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