Since I was so caught up in the topic at hand in my last post, I neglected to mention that another Palace visit was on the cards, and it did indeed transpire last night. And while the night proved to be a rosy one, it could’ve easily gone the other way, since my blooming playmate Rose was feeling very tired and was inclined not to turn up at all (poor baby ). But the fact remains that she was there, and due to future circumstances such as my father’s Christmas party on the 21st of December and Rose’s birthday after that, it appears that more pattern breaks will be required now (heh heh ). So it looks like December the 6th, 13th and 27th, followed by January the 3rd, 17th and 31st, then February the 7th and 21st, will be my next visiting dates at this rate.
Although that continues to go well, my place in the Business Administration course is now in serious jeopardy, and I’ll bear two thirds of the responsibility for that. If you ask me – and you haven’t – this hasn’t been the best run of courses, and things such as:
1. Having insufficient resources for everyone;
2. Chopping and changing the order of the units and teachers without prior notice (almost as if we were being baited and switched);
3. Other communication breakdowns; and
4. Going off on tangents of a potentially polarising nature (and yes, I’m referring to politics and religion here);
have increased in the last two weeks. (Hell, maybe people from a site such as this one would be more on the ball with things like this.) And with me being me, I just had to speak up about it, and despite my best efforts to remain calm and assertive, it didn’t take with one particular teacher who shall remain anonymous.
Having completed much of the work required on Wednesday, I passed some of the remaining time playing a few games of Mahjongg (among others), and although it wasn’t my intent, I’m betting that this – along with my slightly abrasive suggestions that we not start soapboxing, and that she ought to do certain tasks more expediently – irked her. So much so that the following day, a snide remark about these games was made by her, and having returned the defective laptop I was given to the front of the room, and having noticed that she was about to give it back to me, I couldn’t help but say “You’re about to give me back the one I just returned, aren’t you?”.
(Cue the shit hitting the fan in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…)
She told me that she didn’t want any “Negative Nancies” there, and to call me something like that is both patronising and downright insulting, so I retorted by saying “Don’t patronise me and I won’t act like that!”. At which point, I was asked to leave for the day, and despite tempting her to try and budge me, I thought maybe it was for the best if I took some time out. Therefore, I’m expecting a hostile reception from pretty much everyone this coming Wednesday, but the fact remains that the only thing I’m sorry for is hurting anyone’s feelings.