I hate Fridays
Or, more accurately, I hate my Friday class.
It starts at 8:30 in the morning, and thanks to my daughter and the bus timetable I'm always 10 minutes late. The tutor seems to alternate between talking to us like we're stupid and we might as well quit now before we fail the course, and talking quick-fire like the instructions are a given and we already know what she's talking about. Blah. Add on to this the fact that the work is boring and repetitive with a lot of unnecessary duplicationary pre-planning, and I am in one BITCH of a mood.
The Trash Heap has spoken! Nyah..! :p
It starts at 8:30 in the morning, and thanks to my daughter and the bus timetable I'm always 10 minutes late. The tutor seems to alternate between talking to us like we're stupid and we might as well quit now before we fail the course, and talking quick-fire like the instructions are a given and we already know what she's talking about. Blah. Add on to this the fact that the work is boring and repetitive with a lot of unnecessary duplicationary pre-planning, and I am in one BITCH of a mood.
The Trash Heap has spoken! Nyah..! :p