nihly

Ahhhhh yesterday. I went to class, Design class, like a good little student, like I said I was going to. I was on time and I said my "Hi"s and whatnot to my lovely classmates, whom I adore and maybe talk with too much in class. But, whatever. Today I was well behaved. I sat down and put on my music (headphones) and began doing some personal work. I bring books and whatnot and do some writing in classes usually now. Apparently, anything but artwork these days (haha). Minding my own business, not disturbing anyone at this point...our teacher, Herb, who is smart I'll give him that, but NOT a good teacher... sighs: here's where things get messy but first you have to know a bit about Herb.

Low down on Herb: He rambles on and on for hours. He gives just-coming-out-of-highschool college kids random university type, philisophical concepts in his long ass schpeels, where no ideas are really linked or flowing together in some understandable pattern. He sets himself off on his own little tangents and windsup in lala land. Three hours is much too long a time to spend listening to the guy, when he is talking, essentially, about very little that actual applies to our projects. He can be interesting, sometimes, but most of what he says is completely useless to us students concerning the task at hand. He has absolutely no direction and it is impossible to get a straight answer out of him about exactly what he wants done for his projects. Guidelines, directions, whatever. A yes or no question gets and "sure, maybe" answer and I guess you get the point.

Herb loves to assign these super lame "attendance exercises" every class which we work on for about 20 mins on our own and then gather together and discuss for like, an hour, eating up any time that we could actually be doing productive work on or projects that really count for something. I have decided, having disagreed with him over some of his stupid marking on my last project and at one point, refusing to go to the class anymore, to decline from partaking in these useless exercises and taking the 15% loss for it. Boohoo, I'm an adult. I pay for the course. I don't want to do it, so I'm not going to do it.

So I am sitting while ppl work on this bullshit, occupying myself with other silent tasks until he gets to explainig our real projects and he's coming around checking what we're doing. He gets to me. Let's call me "Nihl", my msn nickname. The convo goes like this:

"Nihl. Um, that's doesn't look like what we're doing."

"No. I've decided not to do it Herb."

"Are you intending on doing the other projects in the class?"

"Yes, I'm going to do them all just not this one."

*Herb gives me his puppy-dog-I-am-hurt-cuz-I-know-I-really-suck-at-teaching-at-the-heart-of-things-why-won't-you-do-my-lovely-assignment-why-can't-I-control-this-class? face *

"Would you prefer it if I just left the class then Herb?"

"Well, yes if you're just going to sit here and not participate I don't think you need to be doing that here disturbing other ppl I think you can do it elsewhere."

I keep composure but I am PISSED. Slowly pack my bags. Tell my buddy to call me when class is up. Another girl says, "why are you leaving?"

"Because I am kicked out" *huge eye roll* Herb is watching my back as I leave out the door.

I march straight to the teacher liason to bitch, cuz this is like the final straw with this guy and I'm fed up. I deal with the stuff with her and it all goes on file and will be brought to the Dean's attention, whatnot that I was kicked out of class under unfair circumstances and Herb has not observed his duty in meeting my "special needs" as I am on file with the Disability Center for mental shit that disrupts my ability to do schoolwork properly.

So I got out of bed at 6 am to go to a class with a teacher I now am hating who is completely out to lunch only to be kicked out about 15 mins into the class. Great. What a waste of my fucking time. But. I went home with my buddy and watched Curious George, which by the way is awesome! But I fell asleep halfway through and for most of the day afterwards (and listened to music, and ate and bummed around, whatever) until my Vday guy called me to go see 300 (whooo) that night.

Which I must say rocked my puss. After that movie, I dunno there's nothing like an epicly gorey movie with ripped men in it to make a girl wet her pants just a little. I wanted to bang the shit out of someone after. Or at least hit something...

But I was good. No sex for little Nihly. But Vday boy and I have come to and understanding and we went back to my place, popped some perks, had some good convo. He knows nothing's gonna happen between us now and we're cool. His friends don't trust me, they think I'm fucking with his head, but we know what's up and they'll see. I'm a cool chick to hang out with. But luckily, Vday boy values me as a person and my friendship. And he believes in plutonic relationships. So he slept over in a very innocent, cuddlybuddy way, cuz sometimes I like nighttime confort of another body and he is completely respectful. We got our wires crossed on Vday, but I forgive him now cuz he's truly a good guy. But not for me.

I'm saving myself for my crush. No matter how horny 300 made me. hehe.

So Good Morning to you! I feel good because even though I fought with my teacher, I stood up for myself for once when he was out of line and I didn't personal it, annnnnnd resisted fucking with Vday boys head for impulse sex. I am coming along, bein a good girl.

TTYL.