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[deliriumcrow]

Small update. Had the presentatin today. Wen to class, he tried to talk to me, ask what was wrong, and I was one snetence away from the endless rant of DOOM (meant to culminate in "leave me the fuck alone, you creepy bastard", or something of the like), when I realized that we were not alone in the room. Figures. Grr snark. So Close. I was shaking anough, and pissed enough, and I could feel the pounding of my heart in my throat, which usually only happens after running. I dislike the feeling, and thus avoid running as often as possible. Anyway. He said something like hey, tough girl. I ignored hi,. Then he told me to smile, that it didn't cost anything. You know, many things cost nothing. That doesn't mean I engage in all of them. And then kept muttering under his breath smile, smile, smile. I wanted to stab him with the fork. I had one. Metal and pointy, not one of the cheap plastic campus forks. But then there were several people in the room, and that's just bad form. It's fine to stab people when alone and can possibly get away with it, but as soon as there are crowds, then you run the risk of getting expelled. I talked to the professor, and will be meeting with him tomorrow morning. He seemed rather concerned, and asked if I'd be ok for the rest of class. I'm strong, and overly concerned with my grades, so yes. The presentation went well, I think, despite being nervous on two fronts. All this worrying over the Partner, and I forgot that I'm terrified of public speaking until I was actually in front of the class, with him next to me. Oh my, but that was interesting. I think it went over well, though. I seemed to know my literature and fairy tlaes well enough for everyone's satisfaction. The professor asked a few questions about medieval marriage, and I had a few answers, but not all of them.

The notes I took during the first half of the class went from prickly-spikey, to just plain illegible in the course of an hour and a half. I could see him looking at me, through my hair. But I don't have to talk to him ever again now! I can tell him to fuck off as much as I like now! Because we Never Have to Work Together Ever Again!

And sometimes I love knowing a local dragon. They're nice and big and intimidating, sometimes even to people who don't believe in them. Heh. So many thanks to the beloved dragon.

The midterm either went well, or I failed it meserably. More likely the former. I hope. I really hope she doesn't grade spelling and grammar and passive voice and pronouns on in-class writing. Or handwriting.

Comments

[woodmage.livejournal.com]

Dragons are wonderful indeed. :)
This person sounds like someone who is simply incapable of picking up on any social clues, but as i'm a big believer in instincts and the like...here's hoping your meeting with the prof goes overwhelmingly in your favour.

[deliriumcrow.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking it will. Things seem to be getting better these days, so all should go well with him. And yes, I'm definately leaning toward the social reject theory--but then, sometimes those are the ones to be the most wary of.

[manycolored.livejournal.com]

Although telling him "Stay away from me, never touch me, avoid looking at me, and don't talk to me!" in front of witnesses could be more useful than saying it while alone with him. Not to mention the general ick of being alone with him at all.

Most non-English profs I've had/worked with do not grade on (or even correct) spelling or grammar on in-class writings - they'd have to fail most people.

[deliriumcrow.livejournal.com]

There is that. Though, there's also the fact that I would have had to sit through an entire class and presentation with him, and probably disturb most of the classes in that hall with the screaming. Because that would *not* have been a civil thing. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure that even without people there, that he would have been willing to come near a girl full fo that much fury. And if he does? Well, I can't help it if he walks into my fork.