:::::::stomping onto the BBQ Pit stage:::::::::
skweeeeeeeeeee (microphone feedback)
thump-gnnnn-thumpthumpthump (attempting to adjust the microphone to the right height)
krrrfffffff(still attempting to adjust the microphone height)
klang-skweeeeeeeeeeeee-PKCHHHHHHHH (kick and then shoot the microphone)
It’s been one of those days.
One of those days when you just feel like ripping some moronic student’s balls out via his throat.
I hate him with a passion, he hates me with a passion.
See, for him, women shouldn’t teach. We should be home, barefoot and pregnant, and be seen when need be (rather than heard at all).
Again today, he got in my face screaming insults because I had dared to start the tutorial before he got there (he was 20 mintues late).
Indeed, how DARE I?
I should mention the man is from Afghanistan. A proud supporter of the Taliban. Since I’ve handed back his (crappy) midterm, he has threatened to complain about me to the dean (go ahead, fucker), and claim I’m racist. Yeah, that’s me. Racist professoral TA bitch.
He’s been kicked out of two universities so far. I’m sure this will be the third. He should die a painful death.
Just to make my life miserable, I came home to walk the dogs, and met an Afghan Hound in the woods. This is the universe’s way to poke fun at me, I guess. Well, the universe can go fuck itself, too. (Where do YOU think the milkyway came from???)
::::::stomping off the BBQ Pit stage::::::::
(sorry this is a weak rant, but (*@$?&!, I’m not even able to put it all down into words.)
(Where IS my beer???)