Never saw it coming!

In honor of my test today, I braided my hair into pigtails. It worked. The test didn't have the heart to depress me. XD



However, this tactic does not seem to work against my Asian Art teacher, who today caused me to lose any lingering iota of respect I might have had for him. How?

Why, by being an ass!

I'm sure some of you have already heard about the paper fiasco. If so, you can skip this paragraph. So Saturday we had to go on the worst planned field trip from hell. I volunteered to drive under the impression that I would be reimbursed for gas. He failed to inform me that I would be paying for it out of my own pocket until the days before the trip when it was too late to back out. We get there late because we were the "coordinators", thus couldn't leave until everyone else had, but he had course not factored in enough time to get us all there on time. Then we had to walk around the museum and listen to him lecture. He wouldn't let us go off on our own and study. The final kicker, though, is that the four-page paper that is worth 1/5 of our grade, which we could CHOOSE A TOPIC FOR on Saturday....is due this FRIDAY. That's less than a week. We have to do research. We have other classes. We have...oh, I don't know...lives?

Everyone I've spoken to from the class thinks this is utter, unreasonable bullshit, so today I decided I'd bring it up in class and see if we could get him to push it back to Monday. He was asking us what we thought about the art pieces, so I waited until he asked if there were any general questions about the assignment. To me, "Is there anything else?" asked after no one answered his question "are there any other art pieces you'd like to ask about?"sounded like that kind of question.

So I raise my hand. "I was wondering if you could push the due date for the paper to Monday. (several people in the background murmur "YES!") I have several papers and a test this week, and I really could use a weekend to work on this." Especially since, you know, it's worth 1/5th of my fucking grade, you asshole.

So he glares at me and says "Right now we are talking about art, not extensions. That is a personal issue you and I can discuss in private." And then he moves on. Despite the fact that the class made it clear that they thought it was something we should talk about. Just like that time when he spelled bodhisattva budhissatva and then ignored us when we all tried to correct him. Just like that time when I told him the eight-spoked wheel symbolized the Dharma, and he was all "No, it symbolizes Karma." It's the SAME THING. Karma is an essential part of the Buddha's teachings. LEARN THE FUCKING SUBJECT, YOU OLD STUFFY BASTARD.

I spent the rest of the lecture glaring at him in a very mature manner. Oh yes. Listening to him talk about how the Buddha gets reincarnated, which is WRONG, and referring to Shiva as a she, which is WRONG, and talking about how Jesus was baptised by fire, which is WRONG, and I just wanted to STRANGLE HIM. No more katamaris this time. Give me some motherfucking ROPE.

And I know that I'm just making myself miserable by disliking him so much, but understanding that doesn't magically make you not care.