More rants. I hate my chemistry teacher. She makes me loathe chemistry class. Just utterly drains me being there. She's so antagonistic, teacher vs. student mindset. And she always talks down to you. I ask her a question, "so I shouls just add 5g there then?" She doesn't understand for 2-3 different explanations, then SHE goes into a long-winded explanation of what I obviously already know, acting like I didn't. Lady, stop talking to me like I'm stupid. Professional evaluators say I get to talk down to you, so fuck off. So rude, so arrogant.
Fucking tenure.
Driving home, an SUV is driving straight down the dotted white line, swerving between lanes. "Drunk or dying," I say to myself. Nope. I dared to get close enough that at the stoplight (figure Mystery Driver can't kill me if MD is stopped.) I pulled up next to the SUV and LO AND BEHOLD: middle-aged woman reading her mail. She had a fucking stack of letters on her steering wheel. So I get her attention and start (politely, which is amazing considering how my day has been) telling her that she's endangering herself and needs to pay attention to the road. "What?" She can't hear me, and apparently she's to dumb to guess that maybe I take issue with her driving. I should have maintained safe distance and let natural selection take its course, but it was an undivided 4 lane with posted Speed Limit 45, and it was about to turn into highway 100. I don't like it when stupidity causes splash damage. How dumb do you have to be, and what the hell were in those letters that reading them now is more important than not dying? What activities could I perform while driving and still pay more attention to the road than she was? Build a model train set? Fix a toaster? Shave my nuts? Hell, whippits. I'm willing to wager that 9 out of 10 could drive better than she was while huffing Lysol.
Fucking tenure.
Driving home, an SUV is driving straight down the dotted white line, swerving between lanes. "Drunk or dying," I say to myself. Nope. I dared to get close enough that at the stoplight (figure Mystery Driver can't kill me if MD is stopped.) I pulled up next to the SUV and LO AND BEHOLD: middle-aged woman reading her mail. She had a fucking stack of letters on her steering wheel. So I get her attention and start (politely, which is amazing considering how my day has been) telling her that she's endangering herself and needs to pay attention to the road. "What?" She can't hear me, and apparently she's to dumb to guess that maybe I take issue with her driving. I should have maintained safe distance and let natural selection take its course, but it was an undivided 4 lane with posted Speed Limit 45, and it was about to turn into highway 100. I don't like it when stupidity causes splash damage. How dumb do you have to be, and what the hell were in those letters that reading them now is more important than not dying? What activities could I perform while driving and still pay more attention to the road than she was? Build a model train set? Fix a toaster? Shave my nuts? Hell, whippits. I'm willing to wager that 9 out of 10 could drive better than she was while huffing Lysol.
Let's kick 'em.