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January 29, 2003 I should be working on my presentation, the first one in my new college and I can’t be bothered, there is serious lack of motivation all because it takes me back to sad days in my all girls college, where first impressions were everything. So Im living the nightmare all over again, here I was 10 minutes late for my first class and as I chose the last seat in the class I knew at once that it was a wrong move, I read his eyes as he ticked me off as a non-serious student. It all went downhill from there, every time I’d raise my hand to redeem the lost faith, he’d purposely look my way and let some other dumb bitch make a dumb comment. For the next 90 minutes I might as well have been invisible, there was zero eye contact, and now that I think about it, I’m glad, no academy award winning actress could have faked interest in him gloating over his 25 years of experience and all his examples relating to his wife! Déjà vu is the only word to describe this traumatic experience where all you want to do is run and strangle this pathetic creature cracking lame jokes, stopping every 5 minutes to ask for correct spellings, which by the way the nerds capitalize on and how can I forget the diversity of visual aids used by the highly qualified teacher, WHITE BOARD and a page listing the index of the course book as the course outline. What else can I say; there is no bright side of this picture, waste of money and time and no outcome. I should have just taken up sculpture. (8:57 PM) ~`~
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