woe is me
Class was strange today. It started with me trying to sit on a chair. You think, really, how can sitting on a chair be strange? Well, you know, it's the type of chair that you have to flap out in order to sit on, so I tried to push it down but it was stuck or something so I pushed it harder and then this guy behind me suddenly screamed, "OMG THAT'S MY FOOT!" because his foot was in between and by exerting force I was apparently very much on my way to hacking it off. So yes, that was hilarious.
And then the class started and it was very much normal except for the guy talking really fast, like he was constantly in a hurry or something, and waving around his finger. It reminded me of Eddie: 70% is how you look, 20% how you sound and only 10% what you say... This guy very clearly agreed, and he kept confirming and denying things also, crazy man.
But then at the end of the class this woman came out of nowhere and asked the teacher something and then started talking to the hundred or so people in the room about how she had felt her entire life that she was not important enough and that she was beginning to overcome this. "I would like to share my pain and fears with you by this poem I've written," she said and everybody was o_O The teacher was obviously not prepared for this so he quickly cut in and said that students were allowed to leave if they wanted to. As I hurried out of the room I could only just hear the title of the poem: The past is today's tomorrow... Seriously, what the hell?
And then the class started and it was very much normal except for the guy talking really fast, like he was constantly in a hurry or something, and waving around his finger. It reminded me of Eddie: 70% is how you look, 20% how you sound and only 10% what you say... This guy very clearly agreed, and he kept confirming and denying things also, crazy man.
But then at the end of the class this woman came out of nowhere and asked the teacher something and then started talking to the hundred or so people in the room about how she had felt her entire life that she was not important enough and that she was beginning to overcome this. "I would like to share my pain and fears with you by this poem I've written," she said and everybody was o_O The teacher was obviously not prepared for this so he quickly cut in and said that students were allowed to leave if they wanted to. As I hurried out of the room I could only just hear the title of the poem: The past is today's tomorrow... Seriously, what the hell?