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2003-03-13 - 4:04 p.m. Birthday Girl I'm 28 today. That doesn't seem so old. 28. It's a good age. I like to follow the Pamie method of Birthday Week and celebrate for as long as possible. I've been reminding The Scientist all week that it's my birthday (like he could forget). It's my week to be a pretty princess and I'm going to milk it for all it's worth, baby. We went to our final photography class last night and I had the worst experience in a classroom in my life. The instructor yelled at me for no reason, told us (only three of us, half the class, showed up for the last session) he was done trying to teach us and that we weren't listening, and then abruptly ending class saying that if we didn't want to shut up he wasn't going to teach us. When he yelled at me I just shriveled inside. Sometimes confrontation brings out my feisty opinionated bitchy argumentative side, but in this case, he just made me feel stupid and slow and worthless. I almost started crying in class and as soon as we left (shortly after the histrionics about paying attention) I did start crying. I had to go to the bathroom to compose myself and luckily no one else was in there. It was horrible and offensive and put this black cloud on an experience I had really enjoyed up until then. The Scientist was pissed off at the instructor and very supportive of me, but there wasn't much he could do. I'm trying to decide if I should submit my course evaluation and say something about his behavior. This was something we did for fun and now I can't think about it without feeling terrible. � � � � � � |