Victory is mine!

My lecturer tried to fail me. He did not succeed.

Today, as part of my degree course I had a timed assignment. I had to do an interview before hand, then bring the notes to the seminar and write it into an article during the seminar.

I did the interview and went in early to print off the notes I’d typed up. Of course, when I got there the entire system was down. So no printing for me.

At this point I’m getting a little stressed. The nice librarian told me to go to my facalty office and explain. Which I did. The women there says just to explain it to my lecturer, and there should be no problem.

I go to my lecturer and explain. He couldn’t care less. He tells me to do it from memory. I explain I didn’t memorise my interview because I was supposed to have the notes. He doesn’t care. Apparently, there’s nothing he can do about it. (He’s in charge of the whole unit. He can do what he likes!) I tell him thats unfair, and it isn’t on. A girl beside me points out that I’m right, because all the people doing essays have extentions. He smiles. I do not.

He says there might be another computer in another builing that is not on the network. I politely explain that ALL the computers in the university are on the network. He says I should have put it onto disc. I wave a disc in front of him and tell him I DID. And once again try to explain that because the network is down I can not print my interview off.

At this point he decides to ignore me and sort out a group of girls who are supposed to be doing their presentation. When they’re done I ask him. “What about me?” He smiles! I’m about to fail and he’s smiling!

At this point I am resisting the urge to kick his ass. Instead, I give him my best “I’m so NOT impressesed” stance, while fixing him with The Stare of Death.

After a few seconds he says “Ok. You can do it at home. Hand it in on Monday.”

VICTORY IS MINE!

Boy, he was sure enjoying his little you-may-kiss-my-ring moment, wasnt’ he? If he’s spending so much time getting his jollies over trivial power plays like this, he must’ve been a real jerk in lecture.

What a dick. I’m glad that you get a few more days. Good for you not backing down. As for him, he will go into my mental bottle of doom…along with my calculus professor.

Thanks guys!

Just to add, I told my boyfriend this story and he doesn’t believe my stare of death worked. Apparently I’m about as scary as “a rather fluffy kitten.”

In my mind, there is nothing scarier! All cute and cuddly and then suddenly, without warning…

…OUT COME THE RIPPING SHREDDING CLAWS OF DEATH!!

At least thats how it worked with my first cat…
-LastCall

Can my 5th grade teacher go in there too? She was so mean. She dropped the grade of a paper 2 grades, because I didn’t have my folder with me at the time. And she yelled at us. A lot. The other kids in my class will never forget her as the worst teacher ever. :mad: