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Fountain
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- Jun 9, 2002
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We need a thread for bitchin' and whinin', to save the other threads for more funny issues. So, in here, you're free to complain about anything you want. The rent. The weather. The boring TV-programs. Your bad economy...
I'll go first.
Yesterday, I got into a fight with my teacher. I had been ordered to attend this special class, that was about getting guidance councelling. After 5 minutes, I knew this wasn't for me. The teacher was a moron who loved to hear his own voice, made more gestures with his hands than a professional, epileptic mime artist, and he clearly didn't pay any attention to what I said, he just went on and on about what HE thought.
Yesterday, I was fed up with his patronising attitude, and I was just sitting there, picking my nails, waiting for the session to end so that I could go and look for my class principal, to ask her to put me in another teaching module. Then the pig starts insulting me! He tells me that school isn't supposed to be a place for just killing time, and insinuated that it was my own fault that I had been without a job for 15 months. He called me lazy, he called me slow, he called me "blind pipe" - an insult that is so much worse considering that I actually AM seeing impaired, and (with my overweight) at risk of having the same fate as my mum, who has full blown diabetes, and has lost about 80% of her sight.
I told the bastard that I've been very active in every other class in school, and that it's only this one that doesn't stimulate me. I picked up my bag and left him, with the words:
"Picking my nails gives me much more stimulation than talking to you!"
I talked to my class principal later, and she has fixed it so that I don't have to go back there. Instead, I get to work on my own, spending 4 hours every day looking for a job and working on my CV.
Being poor sucks.
I'll go first.
Yesterday, I got into a fight with my teacher. I had been ordered to attend this special class, that was about getting guidance councelling. After 5 minutes, I knew this wasn't for me. The teacher was a moron who loved to hear his own voice, made more gestures with his hands than a professional, epileptic mime artist, and he clearly didn't pay any attention to what I said, he just went on and on about what HE thought.
Yesterday, I was fed up with his patronising attitude, and I was just sitting there, picking my nails, waiting for the session to end so that I could go and look for my class principal, to ask her to put me in another teaching module. Then the pig starts insulting me! He tells me that school isn't supposed to be a place for just killing time, and insinuated that it was my own fault that I had been without a job for 15 months. He called me lazy, he called me slow, he called me "blind pipe" - an insult that is so much worse considering that I actually AM seeing impaired, and (with my overweight) at risk of having the same fate as my mum, who has full blown diabetes, and has lost about 80% of her sight.
I told the bastard that I've been very active in every other class in school, and that it's only this one that doesn't stimulate me. I picked up my bag and left him, with the words:
"Picking my nails gives me much more stimulation than talking to you!"
I talked to my class principal later, and she has fixed it so that I don't have to go back there. Instead, I get to work on my own, spending 4 hours every day looking for a job and working on my CV.
Being poor sucks.