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Mar. 10th, 2008 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI do not want to go to class tonight. I really don't.
And it's not even the fact that I have a mid-term exam to take this evening; it's because of the guy who sits next to me. Nothing insidious, mind, more along the lines of embarassment. For him.
See, we're in two classes together. Monday and Tuesday. And we had a class together last semester as well. Last Tuesday, he had a bit of a ahhh...dramatic exit from class involving him kind of half-shouting words like, "Fuck this shit." And storming out. Slamming doors. Etc. I'm still very unclear about what the issue was, but there you go. He flipped out like a ninja and flounced out of class. I haven't seen him since because we haven't had any classes together since.
Tonight's going to be the first class since. And not only are we in it together (along with two other people who are also in the Tuesday class), but he sits with me at the table I've claimed as my own.
He really seems like a great guy; I never would have pegged him for the loud and shouty outburst type. I'd like to think it was just one of those something-else-is-really-bothering-me kind of things. You know, the thing where something fairly serious is on your mind and someone completely unrelated says something completely innoculous to you and you just jump straight up their ass?
But, I don't want to go through it with him. I don't want to hear about last week; I am lacking in that type of counseling energy this week. I especially don't want to endure that moment of pure awkwardness when he walks in the room and looks at me and we have that moment of Do we discuss the incident or not?
Above all else, I feel bad for him because I know how embaressed he's bound to be over what happened. I know I would be red-faced as hell, I was last semester after I got into a shouting match withsome yammering dick-faced bigot one of my classmates in Intro to Human Services.
On top of it all is the goddamn mid-term, that I didn't study for even though I kept saying I was going to study for it. It should be fairly easy, this entire class is, but I absolutely hate being unprepared.
Maybe if I hide under my desk at work and eat cookies, no one will notice I'm not there and my professor will just give me an automatic A because she thinks I'm so awesome.
**edited to add**
Goddamnit.
Now I've got the cunting hiccups.
Fuck!
And it's not even the fact that I have a mid-term exam to take this evening; it's because of the guy who sits next to me. Nothing insidious, mind, more along the lines of embarassment. For him.
See, we're in two classes together. Monday and Tuesday. And we had a class together last semester as well. Last Tuesday, he had a bit of a ahhh...dramatic exit from class involving him kind of half-shouting words like, "Fuck this shit." And storming out. Slamming doors. Etc. I'm still very unclear about what the issue was, but there you go. He flipped out like a ninja and flounced out of class. I haven't seen him since because we haven't had any classes together since.
Tonight's going to be the first class since. And not only are we in it together (along with two other people who are also in the Tuesday class), but he sits with me at the table I've claimed as my own.
He really seems like a great guy; I never would have pegged him for the loud and shouty outburst type. I'd like to think it was just one of those something-else-is-really-bothering-me kind of things. You know, the thing where something fairly serious is on your mind and someone completely unrelated says something completely innoculous to you and you just jump straight up their ass?
But, I don't want to go through it with him. I don't want to hear about last week; I am lacking in that type of counseling energy this week. I especially don't want to endure that moment of pure awkwardness when he walks in the room and looks at me and we have that moment of Do we discuss the incident or not?
Above all else, I feel bad for him because I know how embaressed he's bound to be over what happened. I know I would be red-faced as hell, I was last semester after I got into a shouting match with
On top of it all is the goddamn mid-term, that I didn't study for even though I kept saying I was going to study for it. It should be fairly easy, this entire class is, but I absolutely hate being unprepared.
Maybe if I hide under my desk at work and eat cookies, no one will notice I'm not there and my professor will just give me an automatic A because she thinks I'm so awesome.
**edited to add**
Goddamnit.
Now I've got the cunting hiccups.
Fuck!