I have a lecturer who I honestly believe is Hitler, reincarnated as a short fat Indian woman, and released once more upon the earth by the powers of hell to make humanity miserable.
She won't let you read in her class. She won't let you doodle. She won't let you sleep. She won't even let you LOOK sleepy - she stalks (if a short fat person CAN stalk) around the class sweetly (the way Short Fat Ms Umbridge from HP Book 5 is sweet) asking sleepyheads to run along and wash their faces. And to cap it all of, she won't let you even LOOK BORED. Wtf!!! She'll ask you where your brain is. >_<
What, does she think she's the prophet messiah and we're to listen to her or risk eternal damnation in the fires of hell (clearly with her)?? She obviously thinks her notes (which are frankly drivel) IS the holy book which we must memorise with all due devotion in order to obtain salvation. *froths at the mouth*
I swear, having to see her for 3.5 hours a week is bad for my brain. If only because my brain's in danger of overheating due to much fuming at her inanities. Gah! *stamps*
1 comment:
1 month to go Em. sabar lah.
i can't quite blame her for asking me to go wash my fash, hehe. i DO look blur all the time. and i didn't feel half as bad cause i wasn't the only one being told to do so =) just proves how interesting she is huh if so many eyelids are dropping.
not that this is in relation to anything - but i don't like her teeth.
*grin*
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