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Argh.
I had to see my personal tutor today, the uni wanted everyone to, so as to talk about recent exam results and (more importantly?) shove a questionaire under our noses fully of leading questions the results of which they could use to floss to the public about how great they were.
Partly because i was just in a good mood, partly because my exam results hadn't been as bad i'd expected and partly in bemeausment at seeing how the university had pretended like it cared about discussing our individual progress so as to get some survey results out of everyone,
i was smiling as i sat there talking about the exams and mindlessly filling in survey boxes.
Unfortunately, my personal tutor couldn't seem to grasp this whole smile thing. Instead of ignoring my expression as largely unimportant, the muppet asked me if i was on drugs! Seriously.
The thing is, this amuses me on one level, and just made me smile even more, trying not to laugh.
Four times in total i was accused of being on drugs. Just because i was smiling. What the heck is that about?
I took offense at it, especially because i (honestly) denied it outright, but the ridiculousness of it was so funny.
The fourth time she told me she thought i was on drugs, after i again denied it, she asked if i was on any medication. I ended up playing up the fact that i had some stuff from the doctor (even though it was only antibiotics which i'd stopped taking days ago - but i kept vague) so she could maybe create her fictional world where i was wondering around in a drug-induced high for medical, not personal, reasons, seing as in that special world only she lives in, i apparantly was going to be high most of the time for some reason.
Even then, she told me outright one more time, 'well i still think you're on drugs' before i left.
I may have made a conscious effort to get out of earshot before i laughed out loud after leaving her office, but now that i thing about it, i'm really not happy for this woman, who'll eventually have to write an important reference for me, believing me to be a doped out muppet. Just because i occasionally manage to find a little happiness as i sit in her dismal little office.
But what do i do about it?
And what if she wants me to get her a supplier?
: D
I had to see my personal tutor today, the uni wanted everyone to, so as to talk about recent exam results and (more importantly?) shove a questionaire under our noses fully of leading questions the results of which they could use to floss to the public about how great they were.
Partly because i was just in a good mood, partly because my exam results hadn't been as bad i'd expected and partly in bemeausment at seeing how the university had pretended like it cared about discussing our individual progress so as to get some survey results out of everyone,
i was smiling as i sat there talking about the exams and mindlessly filling in survey boxes.
Unfortunately, my personal tutor couldn't seem to grasp this whole smile thing. Instead of ignoring my expression as largely unimportant, the muppet asked me if i was on drugs! Seriously.
The thing is, this amuses me on one level, and just made me smile even more, trying not to laugh.
Four times in total i was accused of being on drugs. Just because i was smiling. What the heck is that about?
I took offense at it, especially because i (honestly) denied it outright, but the ridiculousness of it was so funny.
The fourth time she told me she thought i was on drugs, after i again denied it, she asked if i was on any medication. I ended up playing up the fact that i had some stuff from the doctor (even though it was only antibiotics which i'd stopped taking days ago - but i kept vague) so she could maybe create her fictional world where i was wondering around in a drug-induced high for medical, not personal, reasons, seing as in that special world only she lives in, i apparantly was going to be high most of the time for some reason.
Even then, she told me outright one more time, 'well i still think you're on drugs' before i left.
I may have made a conscious effort to get out of earshot before i laughed out loud after leaving her office, but now that i thing about it, i'm really not happy for this woman, who'll eventually have to write an important reference for me, believing me to be a doped out muppet. Just because i occasionally manage to find a little happiness as i sit in her dismal little office.
But what do i do about it?
And what if she wants me to get her a supplier?
: D
Bad luck mate!
Tutors can be wierd at times. That's why I never went to see my personal tutor this year like I was surpose to. Cos my PT was one of my lectures n tutors anyways, and he's this wierd french guy that I'd rather just stay away from as much as possible. Plus you can't even understand half of what he says anyways!
:)
Tutors can be wierd at times. That's why I never went to see my personal tutor this year like I was surpose to. Cos my PT was one of my lectures n tutors anyways, and he's this wierd french guy that I'd rather just stay away from as much as possible. Plus you can't even understand half of what he says anyways!
:)
I thought you did that stuff in college, you know that's the time and place for everything right?
;0)
Technically they should be the ones with the insane grins across their faces with the amount of coffee these people drink.
As for the reference, you should get a good one.
Dr. Duck
Puts a brave face on for every occasion
Plus she dosn't want to get on the bad side of someone who does/deals drugs now does she, or you'll do a 911 in her a**, ya'll
Or something
:0)
;0)
Technically they should be the ones with the insane grins across their faces with the amount of coffee these people drink.
As for the reference, you should get a good one.
Dr. Duck
Puts a brave face on for every occasion
Plus she dosn't want to get on the bad side of someone who does/deals drugs now does she, or you'll do a 911 in her a**, ya'll
Or something
:0)
Argh.
I had to see my personal tutor today, the uni wanted everyone to, so as to talk about recent exam results and (more importantly?) shove a questionaire under our noses fully of leading questions the results of which they could use to floss to the public about how great they were.
Partly because i was just in a good mood, partly because my exam results hadn't been as bad i'd expected and partly in bemeausment at seeing how the university had pretended like it cared about discussing our individual progress so as to get some survey results out of everyone,
i was smiling as i sat there talking about the exams and mindlessly filling in survey boxes.
Unfortunately, my personal tutor couldn't seem to grasp this whole smile thing. Instead of ignoring my expression as largely unimportant, the muppet asked me if i was on drugs! Seriously.
The thing is, this amuses me on one level, and just made me smile even more, trying not to laugh.
Four times in total i was accused of being on drugs. Just because i was smiling. What the heck is that about?
I took offense at it, especially because i (honestly) denied it outright, but the ridiculousness of it was so funny.
The fourth time she told me she thought i was on drugs, after i again denied it, she asked if i was on any medication. I ended up playing up the fact that i had some stuff from the doctor (even though it was only antibiotics which i'd stopped taking days ago - but i kept vague) so she could maybe create her fictional world where i was wondering around in a drug-induced high for medical, not personal, reasons, seing as in that special world only she lives in, i apparantly was going to be high most of the time for some reason.
Even then, she told me outright one more time, 'well i still think you're on drugs' before i left.
I may have made a conscious effort to get out of earshot before i laughed out loud after leaving her office, but now that i thing about it, i'm really not happy for this woman, who'll eventually have to write an important reference for me, believing me to be a doped out muppet. Just because i occasionally manage to find a little happiness as i sit in her dismal little office.
But what do i do about it?
And what if she wants me to get her a supplier?
: D
I had to see my personal tutor today, the uni wanted everyone to, so as to talk about recent exam results and (more importantly?) shove a questionaire under our noses fully of leading questions the results of which they could use to floss to the public about how great they were.
Partly because i was just in a good mood, partly because my exam results hadn't been as bad i'd expected and partly in bemeausment at seeing how the university had pretended like it cared about discussing our individual progress so as to get some survey results out of everyone,
i was smiling as i sat there talking about the exams and mindlessly filling in survey boxes.
Unfortunately, my personal tutor couldn't seem to grasp this whole smile thing. Instead of ignoring my expression as largely unimportant, the muppet asked me if i was on drugs! Seriously.
The thing is, this amuses me on one level, and just made me smile even more, trying not to laugh.
Four times in total i was accused of being on drugs. Just because i was smiling. What the heck is that about?
I took offense at it, especially because i (honestly) denied it outright, but the ridiculousness of it was so funny.
The fourth time she told me she thought i was on drugs, after i again denied it, she asked if i was on any medication. I ended up playing up the fact that i had some stuff from the doctor (even though it was only antibiotics which i'd stopped taking days ago - but i kept vague) so she could maybe create her fictional world where i was wondering around in a drug-induced high for medical, not personal, reasons, seing as in that special world only she lives in, i apparantly was going to be high most of the time for some reason.
Even then, she told me outright one more time, 'well i still think you're on drugs' before i left.
I may have made a conscious effort to get out of earshot before i laughed out loud after leaving her office, but now that i thing about it, i'm really not happy for this woman, who'll eventually have to write an important reference for me, believing me to be a doped out muppet. Just because i occasionally manage to find a little happiness as i sit in her dismal little office.
But what do i do about it?
And what if she wants me to get her a supplier?
: D