So lately, I have been super frustrated with lots of things (people) going on around me. I haven't been hanging out on the balcony, haven't wanted to take part in any of the ongoings around Ithaca or the house. I've been content to stay in and do random things online, cut out material for something I'm making (a secret) and watch TV online. Part of this hiding out is to try to calm down and try not to yell or punch someone.
Well, it all came crashing down today.
Today, I declare my hatred for the French. And some French Canadians.
Anyway, we went on a field trip to a farm and I decided to take the lesser of two evils (or so I thought) and went in the van that didn't contain my friend, Estella (though I've been frustrated with her for no particular reason lately as well, just in general I guess) but also did not contain the girl that hates corgis for no reason [EDIT].
When we got to the farm, my group ended up in the parlor first and that in general was going to suck but at least we were getting it out of the way. So we were in there and not quite yet done when someone ([EDIT] the French Canadian asshole) came and stood over our shoulders making the already crowded parlor even more crowded. I told him that it wasn't his turn, that we weren't done yet. He argued that it was time to move on. I argued that it wasn't. Realizing that he's a big baby about these things, I tried to play it off and tried to smile and kid while essentially, I was saying 'Move along, asshole, its not your turn.' But in the end, he did move on away from me at least. And I know he's probably sulking about me being mean to him much like he did after I told him to shut up earlier during this course. He's such a jerk. He thinks he's hot shit. I think it has to do with the fact that he's younger than a lot of us because in Canada, they don't have to do as much undergrad so he's under 25 and that of course makes him hot stuff. Ass.
Anyway, we continued our field trip and were the first group finished at the end of the day and ready to go home. This would be all fine and good except that we were told by the advisor that he wanted to do a wrap-up (which ended up sucking) at the end of the day. Essentially, telling us we couldn't leave early. However, [EDIT], who is a loud mouth French woman who always skips class (my big pet peeve, see below) and is a frightful driver and never hesitates to say what she thinks to the point of being hostile and down right mean, suggested repeatedly that we just go. Finally, sick of this, my temper got the better of me and I spun around and yelled at her that she didn't have any say in the matter since she skipped class all the time anyway. To which something was responded about me sleeping in class and then there was some arguing about which looked worse. She told me I had some balls to judge and then later I think said something about someday I would grow up whatever that means.
I suppose that had I been thinking more clearly my point would have been that I paid good money to come to this course and thus was going to utilize every opportunity to learn, unlike [EDIT] who had the course paid for by her new job. Of course, I wasn't thinking clearly and this was the straw that broke the camel's back since she and several of the other people that routinely skip out on Spanish were laughing and cheering about it since we have it first on Thursday and that meant they could sleep in. That really frustrates me more than anything else...see below.
I'm not sure what is going to happen regarding [EDIT] (other than my continued hatred of those that speak French). I'm sure there will be some name calling behind my back in French. Probably in front of me as well. I plan to ignore them both and wait for this to blow over. Perhaps take more solice in my room and with The Tudors.
As for Estella, well, I suppose things have cleared themselves up (?). I think my frustrations are a lack of attention and are very similar to those that I have experienced in the past with other people. But this is odd since I'm the one not going upstairs. Though too, its part of when plans are made, my decision is made upon said plans and then they are changed to something that would have changed my mind. Ugh. Its tiresome.
And as for [EDIT], the girl with the negative attitude that hates corgis for no particular reason, well, I still may end up yelling at her. Perferably, not yelling and more along the lines of just asking (maybe jokingly) why she's so negative. Her husband is coming up this weekend so maybe a good boning will put her in a better mood. *Sigh* I'm tired of having to play little miss nice. And hate when my temper gets ahold of me. And its not even lady illness week. (That was last week.)
Anyway, I called Joe and had a garbled conversation and he essentially said that I wouldn't want to hear what he had to say about all this which is true because I know it would amount to me having a bad temper and that I was wrong because I sleep in class. Whatever. I might be wrong about what he would really say, but I doubt it. And that's why I don't see him as supportive. He knows that skipping class is my biggest pet peeve and the correct response to this conversation is 'I'm sorry that happened. That sucks. I know you were doing really well with trying to be friends with everybody.' And then he could leave it at that. And I have been trying really, really hard. And doing really well but eventually, everybody's true colors comes out.
And for the record, I'm glad that I yelled at [EDIT]. It really felt good. I mean its going to suck for the next few days as people talk bad about me behind my back or in front of me in French but whatever. I think it may have been enough to get me out of this frustrated mood (or will be in a couple of days) but it still doesn't excuse Steph to be negative about literally everything.
So why is skipping class my biggest pet peeve. Because 1) I hardly ever do it and 2) I believe that there are other people that would so willingly take the place of those that can't bother to show up. Here's the deal. We're in professional school. I think the professional thing is to show up to class and be prepared for learning. However, anyone that has sat in on our classes knows for the most part that they are as boring as hell, however, still one should be present for them. If they can be discrete in doing other things, well that's fine. I enjoy the occasional word puzzle or writing to my grandma. So you may be asking yourself, but doesn't Leslie routinely sleep through class? And you'd be right. But I have a medical condition called narcolepsy. Its undiagnosed by an MD as of now, but I'm pretty sure I have it. I'm not saying its right for me to sleep in class but that at least I'm there. I COULD be learning (providing I was awake). You can't be learning if you're not there. My other thing is that there are a huge number of people that get rejected from vet school every year for one thing or another. These are people that would sell their first born for a seat yet meanwhile there is a seat open because someone in the class couldn't be professional enough to come to class. That just sucks. Go to class for those that can't! As for [EDIT], its my understanding that she didn't orginally get into SDI and had to beg to be let in. So really, she should be coming to class (all the classes and field trips) for 1) herself, 2) the people that didn't get in, 3) her job that's paying for her to be here and 4) for the people that let her in.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/1/11]
Well, it all came crashing down today.
Today, I declare my hatred for the French. And some French Canadians.
Anyway, we went on a field trip to a farm and I decided to take the lesser of two evils (or so I thought) and went in the van that didn't contain my friend, Estella (though I've been frustrated with her for no particular reason lately as well, just in general I guess) but also did not contain the girl that hates corgis for no reason [EDIT].
When we got to the farm, my group ended up in the parlor first and that in general was going to suck but at least we were getting it out of the way. So we were in there and not quite yet done when someone ([EDIT] the French Canadian asshole) came and stood over our shoulders making the already crowded parlor even more crowded. I told him that it wasn't his turn, that we weren't done yet. He argued that it was time to move on. I argued that it wasn't. Realizing that he's a big baby about these things, I tried to play it off and tried to smile and kid while essentially, I was saying 'Move along, asshole, its not your turn.' But in the end, he did move on away from me at least. And I know he's probably sulking about me being mean to him much like he did after I told him to shut up earlier during this course. He's such a jerk. He thinks he's hot shit. I think it has to do with the fact that he's younger than a lot of us because in Canada, they don't have to do as much undergrad so he's under 25 and that of course makes him hot stuff. Ass.
Anyway, we continued our field trip and were the first group finished at the end of the day and ready to go home. This would be all fine and good except that we were told by the advisor that he wanted to do a wrap-up (which ended up sucking) at the end of the day. Essentially, telling us we couldn't leave early. However, [EDIT], who is a loud mouth French woman who always skips class (my big pet peeve, see below) and is a frightful driver and never hesitates to say what she thinks to the point of being hostile and down right mean, suggested repeatedly that we just go. Finally, sick of this, my temper got the better of me and I spun around and yelled at her that she didn't have any say in the matter since she skipped class all the time anyway. To which something was responded about me sleeping in class and then there was some arguing about which looked worse. She told me I had some balls to judge and then later I think said something about someday I would grow up whatever that means.
I suppose that had I been thinking more clearly my point would have been that I paid good money to come to this course and thus was going to utilize every opportunity to learn, unlike [EDIT] who had the course paid for by her new job. Of course, I wasn't thinking clearly and this was the straw that broke the camel's back since she and several of the other people that routinely skip out on Spanish were laughing and cheering about it since we have it first on Thursday and that meant they could sleep in. That really frustrates me more than anything else...see below.
I'm not sure what is going to happen regarding [EDIT] (other than my continued hatred of those that speak French). I'm sure there will be some name calling behind my back in French. Probably in front of me as well. I plan to ignore them both and wait for this to blow over. Perhaps take more solice in my room and with The Tudors.
As for Estella, well, I suppose things have cleared themselves up (?). I think my frustrations are a lack of attention and are very similar to those that I have experienced in the past with other people. But this is odd since I'm the one not going upstairs. Though too, its part of when plans are made, my decision is made upon said plans and then they are changed to something that would have changed my mind. Ugh. Its tiresome.
And as for [EDIT], the girl with the negative attitude that hates corgis for no particular reason, well, I still may end up yelling at her. Perferably, not yelling and more along the lines of just asking (maybe jokingly) why she's so negative. Her husband is coming up this weekend so maybe a good boning will put her in a better mood. *Sigh* I'm tired of having to play little miss nice. And hate when my temper gets ahold of me. And its not even lady illness week. (That was last week.)
Anyway, I called Joe and had a garbled conversation and he essentially said that I wouldn't want to hear what he had to say about all this which is true because I know it would amount to me having a bad temper and that I was wrong because I sleep in class. Whatever. I might be wrong about what he would really say, but I doubt it. And that's why I don't see him as supportive. He knows that skipping class is my biggest pet peeve and the correct response to this conversation is 'I'm sorry that happened. That sucks. I know you were doing really well with trying to be friends with everybody.' And then he could leave it at that. And I have been trying really, really hard. And doing really well but eventually, everybody's true colors comes out.
And for the record, I'm glad that I yelled at [EDIT]. It really felt good. I mean its going to suck for the next few days as people talk bad about me behind my back or in front of me in French but whatever. I think it may have been enough to get me out of this frustrated mood (or will be in a couple of days) but it still doesn't excuse Steph to be negative about literally everything.
So why is skipping class my biggest pet peeve. Because 1) I hardly ever do it and 2) I believe that there are other people that would so willingly take the place of those that can't bother to show up. Here's the deal. We're in professional school. I think the professional thing is to show up to class and be prepared for learning. However, anyone that has sat in on our classes knows for the most part that they are as boring as hell, however, still one should be present for them. If they can be discrete in doing other things, well that's fine. I enjoy the occasional word puzzle or writing to my grandma. So you may be asking yourself, but doesn't Leslie routinely sleep through class? And you'd be right. But I have a medical condition called narcolepsy. Its undiagnosed by an MD as of now, but I'm pretty sure I have it. I'm not saying its right for me to sleep in class but that at least I'm there. I COULD be learning (providing I was awake). You can't be learning if you're not there. My other thing is that there are a huge number of people that get rejected from vet school every year for one thing or another. These are people that would sell their first born for a seat yet meanwhile there is a seat open because someone in the class couldn't be professional enough to come to class. That just sucks. Go to class for those that can't! As for [EDIT], its my understanding that she didn't orginally get into SDI and had to beg to be let in. So really, she should be coming to class (all the classes and field trips) for 1) herself, 2) the people that didn't get in, 3) her job that's paying for her to be here and 4) for the people that let her in.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/1/11]
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