Eating a Tostada is tough

Before we even start the title comes from something I said to my friend Skyler while we were at lunch today, and I thought that I would share the wealth of my quote with the world... or the friends who actually follow this blog.... so to be perfectly honest: with myself because no one else reads this, but nonetheless, it's out there now, and available for the masses.

On Friday a bunch of the TFs met at lunch for the first time. To be honest, it just re-enforced my misanthropic nature towards humankind. While I stole this line from Nick (we might have actually come up with it together, but I'll give it to him anyways), it still applies: “I like persons, but really do hate people.” It just seems to me that that people in this day and age don't desire to do well in their job, instead they foster a lackadaisical paradigm, that, I feel, causes a rippling effect that can be felt throughout the entire community; meaning in this particular case both instructors and students. I'll stop speaking in metaphorical terms and spell it straight out. More than half of the table had not started their syllabi yet, and weren't even stressed about it!

I had already finished working on my syllabus by this point, and had been working on it for at least two weeks prior. Their lack of stress about something that's going to be affecting them for the next 16 weeks left me agog with uninterest in them... maybe a little judgmental on my part, but nonetheless, judgment has been done and placed solely on their heads. And while they might not talk the same way in front of their superiors, I am their colleague and am not easily swayed to re-evaluate persons once I have judged them, and judge harshly I did.

Also, there was a girl there who I had taken a class with my first semester at UNT; whom at first I couldn’t place, but placed she quickly was. Now while I could tell you her name, if I could remember it, I'd rather just use the nickname that I gave her: 2 cents harpy... or ch2 for short. Why ch2? Well, the name's pretty self-explanatory, besides I'm not that smart, so ch2 is what it was and is. However I'll explain a little further, and give a quick overview of the orientation day, and then we (you being the reader and me being the writer binds us together to form a 'we') will be done.

At first I couldn't quite place her, because she reminded me of another ch2 from UTA, but oh how the memories quickly come back when annoying comes your way. I really don't have the writing skills to express what she does that annoys me so much, it's just the fact that whenever anyone else says anything, she wants to put her two cents in, no matter it's relevance or usually ‘un’ for her. And though she might do this as a means of encouraging her fellow speak, with a "No kidding," or "Yeah, totally," it soon becomes an annoying occurrence that cannot be stopped and must be tuned out.

So at the lunch on Friday, one ear learned to have selective hearing, while my other ear was turned to another woman I've known since my first semester here by the name of Jessica, who I find to be a good conversationalist, and a person who I have a friendly rapport with, even though I haven't spoken too much to her. Accordingly, I joked around with Jessica, and also a friend of hers, for most of the lunch and didn't turn my head the other way unless address by the chick who was sitting beside me.

Fast-forward to Monday, the day that is only part 1 of my orientation (part 2 is Tuesday). I walk in; sit down, and as per usual, someone I can't stand ends up sitting next to me. And guess who that someone is: ch2. And today she has a retort to everything the instructor is saying... and I just want to turn to her and ask, "Can't you just shut up every once in a while?" Now, to be honest, she wasn't nearly as annoying as I'm creating her to be, and I did learn quite a bit during the orientation, but she was a distraction to me throughout the 4 hours there, and I did notice, much to my own chagrin, that when she spoke I did hear her... much in the same way that one hears a leaking faucet. It's in the background, only slightly noticeable, but after a time, becomes quite annoying. Actually that might be a better nickname that 2 cents harpy, and much more original! So Harpy she once was, and Leaky she now is... however I'm not going to combine the two, because then she'd be a Leaky Harpy. And that's just gross.