Okay when I tell you this story I KNOW I’m going to get ‘”oh my gosh! you’re so mean!”s’ but really… just hear me out! I’m not really that mean.
I am taking or I guess rather I took (since the semester is practically over) ASL. I love sign language… not really specifically the language… but the class. It was so much fun! I pretty much went to socialize. I loved my professor, I loved the people in my class, and it was relatively easy. All the makings of a perfect class!
I think I’ve mentioned this before, but for those of you who don’t know… my ASL professor has only been to our actual physical classroom maybe 3 times. She is actually located in Spokane and we watch her a tv which is real time. So basically, we can talk to her and she can respond instantly. Yes we’re so high tech here at WSU!
Anyway, my professor teaches 3 sections of ASL and she has made it very clear we can attend any section we want as long as we are attending class. We’re not constrained to the time we were put in. Which is great… except some people take advantage of this- when the rest of us don’t want them there.
There is this girl who is NOT in my section, but refuses to attend her own and always comes to mine. Now I think this girl may be bisexual, or homosexual… it doesn’t really matter except I think she’s hit on me. And that creeps me out. Regardless of all this, she is SO annoying. Literally, I’ve never been so irritated by a classmate. She’s one of those people who asks far too many questions. I’ll give you an example of this:
Professor: So today we won’t be doing a story like usual.
Girl: (Raises hand) Wait… we won’t be doing a story?
Professor: Yes, that’s right.
Girl: What does that mean exactly?
Professor: …We won’t be doing a story…
Girl: Will we have to do the story later?
Professor: No.. we won’t be doing the story.
Girl: So we’re not doing the story?
I’m not kidding! This has actually happened! Shoot me in the eye! And I’m not the only one that feels this way. One time there was this occurrence where the tv cut out and we couldn’t hear what our professor was saying. So the girl left the room to walk to the control center across the hall and let them know what happened. Immediately after she left Tweek this guy that sits in the back says, “Finally she’s gone!” and everyone starts laughing (because we all feel that way).
So fast forward to last Thursday. It was the day for our written final. Everyone was nervous but ready to get it done. All of the quizzes/tests are the same. We have one every Thursday, ever since the semester began and it’s always the same. It’s broken down into sections. The first is vocabulary, the second is a story with questions, and the last is short answer questions. We have two test forms, A and B, like most professors, she likes to prevent cheating by creating two separate tests. There are usually around 30 vocabulary in the first section. Therefore, the professor will do 1-10 for A then 1-10 for B and the whole quiz goes on like this. So basically, you need to pay attention and make sure you’re not missing the vocab for your quiz form.
So we get to a certain point and the professor says:
Professor: Okay we are now on 51 for quiz A.
Girl: Wait… did you do 48?
Professor: Yes we are number 51.
Girl: What!? I missed them!! Can you repeat numbers 48, 49, and 50?
Professor: I’m sorry, but I can’t repeat anything.
Girl: But… huh… ugh… FINE! (Slams pencil down. Throws her stuff in her back pack, begins crying, throws her exam at the TA and slams the door to the class room. Then… loud foot steps… stomping down the hall and BANG! Slams the front door of the entire building).
For a second everyone is speechless then we ALL simultaneously start busting up laughing. I couldn’t help it…. and I wasn’t the only one.
Let me just point out. This exam was out of 70! 70 points! And this girl missed 3 questions and had a tissy fit. They were each worth one point… you do the math.
Basically this was one of the funniest/sadest/weirdest moments of this semester. I thought I’d share. Please don’t think bad of my laughing at someone while they’re “down”. All I have to say is… you haven’t met her!