Two in one day? What a treat!
The time is now is 5:30.
Minus five minutes walking time from the carpark to here makes 5:25.
Minus fifteen minutes playing with my phone in the carpark (apparantly this makes you look like less of a 'tard than if you were just standing there not playing with a phone, even tho everyone knows you're just scrolling back through your messages or editing the names in your phonebook to have those fancy squiggles and dots over all letters possible) until The Hun sms'd to say he'd be late makes 5:10.
Minus five minutes walking from the tute room makes 5:05.
Minus five minutes gazing over the want ads on the pinboard to fill in some time since you sms'd The Hun to say you were finished early and would meet him in the carpark makes 5:00.
My tute started at 4:30 yet by some magical Dr Who time-trick it felt like it took 3 hours.
You know that feeling when you're somewhere with someone and it's all awkward and you got nothing to talk about yet you are obligated to stay? Kinda like what I guess a blind date would be like... That's not a good phenomen to be having with a tute being run by the lecturer... that's a hella lot of awkward silence.
I could some the whole experience up in one word.
Bibilography.
No, that's not a typo. Bibilography
Bib as in babies bib,
il as in full sik
oh as in oh shit I've started to say this word wrong - mebbe if I say it 19 times in half an hour it won't be as noticeable
gra as in I'm a nervous perpetually single lecturer with no chance with women so stumble when I try to say bra
fee as in what us suckers are paying for half an hour with a lecturer/tutor who can't pronounce bibliography.
God help us.
***Bonus paragraph!***
Not all lecturers here are that bad. We've had a guest speaker for the past four weeks, today being her last class with us. She was applauded at the end of the lecture. APPLAUSE PEOPLE!!!!
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