Sunday, March 02, 2008
I'll need to get my head examine if ...................
I sit though any more of that weirdo's tutorials.
I'm dreading Tuesdays Tutorials because I will need to sit through a session of "counselling" & "self-tests" adminstered by a supposedly experienced psychologist who had taken it upon herself to become a part time tutor so that she could spread her knowledge to poor souls like me.
After two hours of listening to a room of strangers shared about their heroes, weakness and strengths and being made to do the same, I felt like one of those cigarette addicts who were being made to attend a group help session so that they can get a new lease of life after being enlightened by strangers.
I left the room before I lose control & start babbling rude things to myself. After all, when it was my turn to share, I told her that one of my strengths was my sense of humour, which she looks on disbelievingly. (I figured out the bored and irritated look on my face didn't do justice to the sense of humour that I claim to possess.)
On the 2nd tutorial, when I realised that ironing shirts is more enlightening and bearable than sitting through the session, I packed my stuff during break and sneaked off to Naz's class on the 4th level. Shooting her tutor an apologetic look for coming late, I sat down and was relieved that they didn't take attendance for the group. ¶ 10:29 PM
I'm dreading Tuesdays Tutorials because I will need to sit through a session of "counselling" & "self-tests" adminstered by a supposedly experienced psychologist who had taken it upon herself to become a part time tutor so that she could spread her knowledge to poor souls like me.
After two hours of listening to a room of strangers shared about their heroes, weakness and strengths and being made to do the same, I felt like one of those cigarette addicts who were being made to attend a group help session so that they can get a new lease of life after being enlightened by strangers.
I left the room before I lose control & start babbling rude things to myself. After all, when it was my turn to share, I told her that one of my strengths was my sense of humour, which she looks on disbelievingly. (I figured out the bored and irritated look on my face didn't do justice to the sense of humour that I claim to possess.)
On the 2nd tutorial, when I realised that ironing shirts is more enlightening and bearable than sitting through the session, I packed my stuff during break and sneaked off to Naz's class on the 4th level. Shooting her tutor an apologetic look for coming late, I sat down and was relieved that they didn't take attendance for the group. ¶ 10:29 PM
