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So. The last time I went to update my blogity-blog, a girl from my ASL class sat next to me. I sit at this desk area by the hallway where I have my next class with my laptop open and my headphones on. I always look incredibly busy (more so than I actually am) and enjoy the little bit of peace I get in between classes. Well, this girl couldn't take the hint. At first, she looked over at me like she had a question but I smiled at her and started typing as fast as I could. I acted like I was doing something fast-paced and important. After a few minutes of this, she speaks to me. Well, I pretended not to hear her with my headphones on because honestly? I didn't want to be a tutor on my break.
She proceeded to tap me on the shoulder and apologize for interrupting me (but she did it anyway) and asked me if I was going to NTID over at RIT. I told her I was. She asked me if it was hard to get in, and I told her it wasn't. She continued to ask stupid questions about NTID admissions (which I learned by hauling my ass OVER there and asking questions directly to the head of resources), adding that she had applied 4 years ago. Well, lovely. I don't really care. I was polite, and told her that things probably hadn't changed much yet she continued to ask me retarded questions. My answer was, "You'd have to speak with Kathleen Garlinghouse about that". This went on for half my break until I finally closed my laptop and went to go smoke - only to have this lady lecture me about how smoking was bad. I wanted to tell her off, but I said, "Hey. I answered your questions - give me a break, okay?"
I hate stupid students in my class. I was going to be an ASL tutor, but now I think that it'd be better if I didn't. I have really limited patience.
In fact, that same day, Rita had to talk to the professor who has the class before ours. The teacher was hearing, and Rita had me translate some requests that she had for moving the seating arrangement around and stuff. It was probably a 10 minute conversation and the other students actually clapped for me when it was done. They were shocked that I could do that. Uh, hello? We're all the same ASL level. They should have been able to do it too. Rita knew I could, so she asked me to. I help at work with interpreting. The funny thing was, that night I had to interpret a meeting at work about someone poooping the men's bathroom floor. ROFL It was so funny to sign that kind of stuff, but it really happened. Isn't that sick?
Ah, well. That's what happens when you hire people who couldn't even get their GEDs.