I feel like rushing through this post, because I’m exhausted, and Gentil and I are arguing, and I’m just so tired. However, expressing my feelings properly is important to me, so I’m going to try and take my time about it. Today wasn’t especially eventful, but there were some ‘moments’, and overall it was an alright day.
This morning I had to wake up early in order to go to work. I managed to make it in on time, which was absolutely awesome. Then, I ended up leaving two hours early because my boss decided he didn’t have any more work for the day. Bonus. Huge bonus. I take off home and meet up with Gentil; we head off to the shopping centre not long after.
Sidenote: Gentil’s keyboard sucks ass. An amazing amount of ass. The amount of errors I’m making from not hitting the keys hard enough is disgusting. Anyway.
I pick up two parcels at the post office, and one of them turns out to be my new Bluetooth headset, the one that I ordered and then it didn’t work. Good news! I tested it tonight, and it does in fact work. I should be able to use it on the computer so I can walk around while I do housework. Also, no wires means Jazz can’t destroy it like she did the old one.
While we’re at the shopping centre (I guess you American people would call it a mall), I try sushi. Ew. I don’t know how any one can eat that stuff. The texture, the smell, the taste.. ugh. I shudder at the very thought of it. Still, I am glad that I tried it; I have always wanted to, and at least now I can say that I’ve tried it and don’t like it.
After we get home, I head into the city for class. While I’m waiting for the tram, a guy and his girlfriend (I’m assuming) walk past, and stop just to my left. He turns to her and says something along the lines of “Walk behind me and don’t talk to me. I’m sick of having to tell you! Bitch.” The woman complied, without any question.
The thing that really unnerved me about the experience was that the guy was clearly enjoying it. You could tell he was on a power rush, from the way he spoke, to the look in his eyes; even the half grin and his stance pointed to it. The way she just obeyed made me sad, and I wondered if the abuse went beyond being verbal. I hope not.
I had Industry Overview today, which is basically where they bring in a different guest speaker every week, and they talk to you about the writing industry. Today we were spoken to by Joel Becker, who runs the Victorian Writer’s Centre. It’s funny then, that he’s American, isn’t it? He spoke for about an hour and a half, I think.
He wasn’t particularly intriguing, but I took notes anyway, and kept all of the information handed out. You never know when contacts may come in handy, and the magazine that the VWC print looks like it could be very informative. Some of the people around me were whispering throughout his speech, which was completely uncalled for and rude, I thought.
The next part of Industry Overview was one of the three ‘floating competencies’. FC’s are basically basic skills, like communication and organising information, that the government thinks we should be competent in at the end of the course. Because they are kind of taught all around in every class, they earned the name ‘floating competencies’.
We had a new teacher, especially chosen by Clare, for this first FC class, and I felt incredibly sorry for her. I don’t know whether she had been put on the spot, or just wasn’t prepared, but it was obvious that she had no idea what she was supposed to be teaching us. Several people spoke out about it, and she kept repeating the same thing.
In the end, a few of the students got very pushy, and the class started to get rowdy, and she ended up handing out the worksheets and let us get on with the work. She should have done that in the first place; although the worksheets asked completely irrelevant questions (since we only started this week), they were clearer than her explanations.
At several points during the hour, the whole class burst into laughter (myself included, unfortunately), and there was a particularly rude couple of people who actually walked out. I felt bad for laughing, but what she was telling us didn’t make sense at all, and some of the comments thrown around were very amusing.
As far as Gentil and I arguing goes, it is as much my fault as anyone’s, and I’m sure we’ll resolve it tonight or tomorrow. I think we’re both so tense right now that we’re snapping at one another without thinking, and it’s caused quite a bit of tension. We’ll be okay, though. We always are. =)
Ciao, everyone. xox
I left my pen and pencil unattended while I took a break from writing (I played skate) and when I turned back to it, I found Jazz chewing my pen, but the pencil was nowhere to be found.. she’s a crafty wench, that feline.