The Schizophrenic Tutelage of Pai Mei
The HELL? Now drum teacher Pai Mei is falling all over himself telling me how great I am, how I have such a feel for this, how I have a tremendous understanding of the drums. Which, admittedly, is better than him yelling at me, and yes, I HAVE internalized these patterns so I'm not sucking . . . but . . . what the HELL? I am no prodigy, and I don't care for dishonest bull made to make me feel better.
I may decide I prefer him mean, cause it appears he has decided to start making lecherous suggestions to me too now. *ick* But, for anyone who cares, I'm sounding awfully jazzy now, so at least I'm-a learning.
I'm going to do another drive-by of the Halloween candy bowl in the coffee room. Then photocopy the like, 900 files my boss left out for me. *shudder*
I may decide I prefer him mean, cause it appears he has decided to start making lecherous suggestions to me too now. *ick* But, for anyone who cares, I'm sounding awfully jazzy now, so at least I'm-a learning.
I'm going to do another drive-by of the Halloween candy bowl in the coffee room. Then photocopy the like, 900 files my boss left out for me. *shudder*