Yesterday I had two classes to teach. The first one is usually a challenge, but not so bad. The second one usually has me tearing my hair out, but this one was simplified, so I thought I'd be fine.
Oh, my dear, how wrong I was.
My first class was okay. One student could have done my job, most likely. Another was a-okay as long as she stayed calm. The third, however, wanted to teach the class (which was actually fine with me about halfway through just so she'd stop interrupting me) but she didn't know what she was talking about. She had lots of tips and tricks, always good things, but when it came to the basics...she was like the woman supervising the building of a house when what she knew was how to paint the walls.
I wouldn't recommend modeling her clothes. If you stepped on the hem you'd likely be naked. rrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!
We made it through okay, but then the hated topic of conversation came up. "What did you get that I didn't get? Did you get a better deal? Did you save more money?" So TippyTricky got in an argument with her salesperson. An hour and a half long argument.
TippyTricky didn't have it all going on upstairs. There were some electrical cords that weren't plugged in. Her husband was there and he just stayed out of the way. Just sat down, held her sewing machine on his lap and looked into the distance. Smart man. I betcha he learned by experience.
I don't think she was trying to be difficult (she said, afterwards, that she was sorry she made a fuss...a student in my next class suggested duct-taping TippyTricky's mouth closed...a fuss!). I think she was trying to make sure that she got a good deal. Which she did. But that's not the point.
It's the damned squeaky wheel. The people in class who were nice didn't get a thing. They're coming back next week. Perhaps I'll encourage them to throw a little tantrum. I might do it, too.
(There are some books I wouldn't mind having.)
And if TippyTricky doesn't give me an adequately cranky tirade, I'm going to take away her special bonus freebie she got because she's a big dummy!
In any case, the invisible stick in this title ended up hitting me. I came home feeling like someone really had physically pushed me around all day. My whole body was sore.
I think the invisible stick hit me instead of TippyTricky because she was all righteous and shouting and I was skulking about thinking that she was a big dummy. But next week she'd better watch out. I'm going to be well fed, full of energy, and my ears will be covered with selective hearing ear muffs. TippyTricky-proof earmuffs.
heh heh
You know, with an intolerant attitude like mine, it's not surprising that I got hit with the invisible stick.
Posted by dotty at April 27, 2004 09:53 AM