So, I'm having to take an Anatomy class for school. Considering I'm *SO* past high school graduation, it's already giving me a headache just thinking about it. (When he passed out the Periodic Table copies, I almost got up and left.)
I'm 45 minutes late to my first lab class, but not on purpose. I thought it started at 45 minutes past the hour; it started at the top of the hour but ended at 2:45 p.m. so ... see...I had it partially right. (screaming to myself over and over, 'I am too old for this ____!") So as I enter the classroom and the instructor stops talking (so that everyone turns around to look at me...I had to check and make sure I wasn't standing there naked...), I try to find a seat. I can't see any extra seats (panic mode here, would they overbook the class?!?!?!) so I sit in the back where all the lab tables are. This is at least 30 feet from the dry erase board, I'm NO spring chicken, and I can't see smack at distances. I don't wear my glasses because first of all I usually only need them to see if that's a sheriff's car in the distance or if it's a Ford pickup (I keep getting them confused as they are identical blobby shapes in the distance). Secondly, the only shape of frames available in the magnetic sunglasses clip on was a Sarah-Palin-esque shape that looks great on her but makes me look like a skid-row Tina Fey. Understandably, the glasses stay in my car. I'm not accustomed to having to sit clear across the building to see class notes, as a rule.
Add in that the Amazon seller I bought my lab book from (I can't afford the highway robbery that is the bookstore!) couldn't be bothered to ship my book right away like he's supposed to, I also don't have my lab book. In essence, I'm feeling like the Queen of the Idiots and can feel my face burning. Maybe it was a hot flash.
The instructor is a doctor here locally and apparently he's kind of...attitudinal? He promises to email you back within 24 hours of your asking him a question; my email was three days ago asking what room the class was in and which building, since the syllabus says NOTHING about it, nor did it even mention that we had a lab that day. (I just kind of assumed we did, thank goodness.) I'm still waiting for a reply to that email by the way. Doc can't be bothered to reply to my questions, I guess he figures I can sink or swim without his gracious help. So I make it an hour in the far back of the room, and then Doctor Dickie announces a break. A nice girl says, "There's an empty chair right by me, after break do you want to sit by me? It's not fair for you to be clear in the back!" I thanked her and moved my stuff. Now why couldn't the instructor point out that there was ONE (yes one, the only one) seat left? Probably because he was too busy looking at the little teen hotties in their pajamas and sweats. (Does anyone under 30 even wear real clothes anywhere anymore? What's up with flip flops when it's snowing outside, seriously??) He looked at them like they were hiding Big Macs in their back pockets. I didn't know you could be so....large....and still do what he does. It's a very physical specialty, and frankly I don't know how he can perform his duties. It's a puzzler.
Do you watch "South Park"? If so you've heard the counselor who says 'Mmmkay....". This guy has the same habit, only it's a version of, "Kay?mmmmm" he'll point to something and describe it, then say as he's moving on, "Kay?mmmmmm" and makes a mouth movement. It's like he's talking to a room full of cattle and really has no expectation that they are understanding the words he's bestowing upon us.
After the break another student and I are discussing where to get cheap books; the nice girl who had me sit next to her breaks out her bookstore tab and casually says, "Oh I spent over $700 on books, wow! Oh well that's ok I don't have to pay for it, I have financial aid!" I had to pay over $700 just for the tuition for this anatomy class and a Biology review class I was forced to take at the same time! The books cost me another $250; they would have been twice that in the bookstore. I told her that and she asked, "Why don't you get financial aid?" I explained to her that we don't fall within the guidelines to get it and they don't have any special exemptions just because I graduated over 20 years ago. She didn't get it and repeated, "I don't understand why you just don't get financial aid." several times. (Clearly she has a lifetime of experience with handouts.) She was just la-di-da and kept saying, "I get financial aid!" every time the other student (also a grown up like me with a real life!) and I talked about costs. The girl behind me piped in how she too gets financial aid, and then she turns around and sells all her books to other students for a nice profit. [I'm not going to go into my theory about how EDUCATION should be free and we should have no welfare, right now.] But these folks are getting taxpayer dollars paying for their tuition and books and the $2 pencils they are using; they should be required to turn in the books they get on the taxpayers' dime and the books can be reprovisioned to other students on financial aid or in need. (I'm not saying me, there are folks worse off than I am by far!) Essentially taxpayers are buying books over and over. I might add all the books this girl had were new; I was in the bookstore a week after she was (going by the date on her ticket) and there were plenty of used books available for a discount. But her comments of, "I had ____ to spend!" explained everything. I'm not going to say anything about her whining that she had a full caseload of 12 hours on the one hand and then saying how she DOES NOT WORK. Try working and having that caseload, you crybaby! (She really was nice, but damn. Stop sucking off the teat, don't you have any pride??)
At the end of class, Doctor DirtyMan called up the tardy folks (and stood obviously looking down the shirt of a size-0 cheerleader-type who was first in line) and made sure we all saw him mark a big fat "T" by our names. ::Yawn:: I'm a mom, get over yourself! "T" this......kay????mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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