I won't be saved.
I've had one of the worst weeks ever. Most of the time it was painful. When it wasn't painful, it was tedious, frustrating, mind-numbing and many other interesting adjectives which I can't remember on the top of my head. It's way too long without putting an LJ cut, so here we are.
Well, things I've learned. My adventure of lesson-learning started on Friday night, when a friend/acquaintance of mine noticed that I haven't been at my lovely youth group for several weeks and thoughtfully invited me over to an ice-skating night. Or so I thought. My preoccupations until then, were whether I would be unlucky enough to get another concussion because I held onto some clod who wanted to skate around the rink in record time. Also, I was wondering what convinced them to go ice-skating on a 10 degree night in the first place. When I mentioned that it wasn't exactly practical, I got laughed at...
"You are meant to go ice-skating in Winter dearie."
"Ice, winter...see the logic?"
They thought I was crazy when I arrived at the carpark where I was to meet everyone in a beanie, scarf, gloves and three layers of clothing. Needless to say, 20 mins later, they were shivering...and I was not. But I forgot about one thing. HIM.
Him, in this scenario is Bryn...who I convieniently forgot about while I was preparing for exams.
Initially, I started talking to him at church, at my youth group, because he was by himself, and innocently enough I thought he was new and he needed someone to talk to. No, he wasn't new. And I realised that people were basically ignoring him. I thought that some people were just snobby, and continued to talk to him. He's a nice guy, harmless. But.
He's been getting on my nerves. His lack of social skills is really eating me up, instead of talking to other people occasionally, he looks at me expectantly to try and come up with conversation. It's basically one way, with me talking about anything and him agreeing with what I just said. He follows me. He insists on seeing me out of places, in places. He's almost as dorky as Urkle. His mother still shops for his clothes. He stares at me constantly. The worst thing is that he likes me. He indirectly admitted it before. But it was very obvious right from the beginning we met. Even when I try to talk to someone else, he's right on my shoulder trying to blend in, like an accessory or some bodyguard. A bit too much like my ex-boyfriend for my liking, the being right next to me 24/7 bit, not the blending...(he couldn't blend in if he tried). It's a pain in the arse. I already told him I wasn't interested in having a boyfriend, and I feel lousy now that I can't get rid of him without being rude or destroying his whole self-esteem. All I did was to treat him nicely, and treat him like a friend. I can't think of any evidence that I've led him on to think otherwise. The lesson here, is to know when you don't get on, or don't feel comfortable with a person and tactfully move away, instead of acting like a berk and stubbornly try to find something that will keep you there.
Ice-skating was okay. I didn't get a concussion, I talked to quite a few people regardless. I only fell down twice! And the last time was because some smartarse was chucking ice at people and pushing them over as they were speed skating. I did have a good time, even though I was a bit preoccupied, Bryn asked me to dance. During the Locomotion. I replied, "I don't do dancing", and shamefully ignored him. It's kind of lucky, that he couldn't really skate. Then I got the news from the friend that invited me to ice-skating, she said that Bryn was the one that was nagging her to ask me to come. I felt slightly unwanted, and decided to wear a blister into my heel until 10 something when we left. So that was Friday.
Saturday, I had work. As you know, I work in a Noodlebar...my boss comes from Malaysia, and she owned the Asian grocery store next door with her husband until she decided to take over the local Hot Box. They also kept their menu. That night was extremely frustrating, pretty much all the customers rocked up to the noodlebar, took a while to look at the menu, and went up to me and ordered fish and chips. It's not because I'm responsible for frying everything, no...I just don't see the point in ordering fish and chips at a Noodlebar, where the specialty is noodles. It's like if I decided to go to the Indian restaurant across the road from us, took my time ordering and decided to get a hamburger with fries. I remember my Mum and I were down in Mandurah once, and she wanted to get some Chicken Treat...since she couldn't find any, she went into Red Rooster and decided to ask...how embarrassing. Altogether, I had 8 orders of fish and chips, or calamari with chips, and that was about what 3/4 of our customers ordered that night. One customer, a man came up to us, and ordered 5 lots of fish and chips for his family. Before that, he asked me whether I knew any good fish and chips places nearby. Like the smart arse that I am, I told him of the three fish and chip places I knew that were about 2 mins away. He then asked me whether we sold a lot of fish and chips. We did. He even asked us what kind of fish it was. Apparently it was hoki. You learn something new everyday.
Sunday. At church, Bryn appeared out of nowhere and shocked me. I talked to Priscilla, again back from Melbourne. I also talked to Mick briefly, who wanted to talk about a person we both knew. But my plans to tutor Selena were keeping me from being in church after 11 something, so unfortunately I had to cut off our conversation short. Which always happens. I feel bad, it seems like I'm being rude to him, but what can you do really? Then I went to the library where I stayed there until 3. I love Selena, really...but Maths is not her forte. I don't know why she's doing Maths...She's great at writing essays and doing Humanities subjects...but she wants to save the environment, therefore she has to do a science degree although the only science she's doing is Biology. She's doing Discrete Maths, which is the easiest Maths in TEE...and I offered to help her because I did Applicable last year, and I thought Discrete would be really easy. Which it was. I wish she did do the work. I can begin to appreciate how frustrating a tutor's job is. I can see why they get paid a lot of money per hour. Basically I spent the few hours, trying to teach her the whole semester's work. Which I didn't manage to do, I only got Time Series and Univariate Statistics done...arrgh. She didn't understand what y-intercepts were...or the concept of manipulating algebraic equations to isolate a variable. I'm not cut out to be a teacher. I did the same thing in Applicable...did no work and didn't understand anything because of it. I'm sure she did fine in the exam though. That was on Wednesday...Anyway, because I was talking for so long non-stop...I got a sore throat, which turned into flu, which turned into really bad flu, complete with back spasms, coughing up blood and sweating gallons. Which led me to being bedridden until today. That's not the end of it. Part 2 later on.
Well, things I've learned. My adventure of lesson-learning started on Friday night, when a friend/acquaintance of mine noticed that I haven't been at my lovely youth group for several weeks and thoughtfully invited me over to an ice-skating night. Or so I thought. My preoccupations until then, were whether I would be unlucky enough to get another concussion because I held onto some clod who wanted to skate around the rink in record time. Also, I was wondering what convinced them to go ice-skating on a 10 degree night in the first place. When I mentioned that it wasn't exactly practical, I got laughed at...
"You are meant to go ice-skating in Winter dearie."
"Ice, winter...see the logic?"
They thought I was crazy when I arrived at the carpark where I was to meet everyone in a beanie, scarf, gloves and three layers of clothing. Needless to say, 20 mins later, they were shivering...and I was not. But I forgot about one thing. HIM.
Him, in this scenario is Bryn...who I convieniently forgot about while I was preparing for exams.
Initially, I started talking to him at church, at my youth group, because he was by himself, and innocently enough I thought he was new and he needed someone to talk to. No, he wasn't new. And I realised that people were basically ignoring him. I thought that some people were just snobby, and continued to talk to him. He's a nice guy, harmless. But.
He's been getting on my nerves. His lack of social skills is really eating me up, instead of talking to other people occasionally, he looks at me expectantly to try and come up with conversation. It's basically one way, with me talking about anything and him agreeing with what I just said. He follows me. He insists on seeing me out of places, in places. He's almost as dorky as Urkle. His mother still shops for his clothes. He stares at me constantly. The worst thing is that he likes me. He indirectly admitted it before. But it was very obvious right from the beginning we met. Even when I try to talk to someone else, he's right on my shoulder trying to blend in, like an accessory or some bodyguard. A bit too much like my ex-boyfriend for my liking, the being right next to me 24/7 bit, not the blending...(he couldn't blend in if he tried). It's a pain in the arse. I already told him I wasn't interested in having a boyfriend, and I feel lousy now that I can't get rid of him without being rude or destroying his whole self-esteem. All I did was to treat him nicely, and treat him like a friend. I can't think of any evidence that I've led him on to think otherwise. The lesson here, is to know when you don't get on, or don't feel comfortable with a person and tactfully move away, instead of acting like a berk and stubbornly try to find something that will keep you there.
Ice-skating was okay. I didn't get a concussion, I talked to quite a few people regardless. I only fell down twice! And the last time was because some smartarse was chucking ice at people and pushing them over as they were speed skating. I did have a good time, even though I was a bit preoccupied, Bryn asked me to dance. During the Locomotion. I replied, "I don't do dancing", and shamefully ignored him. It's kind of lucky, that he couldn't really skate. Then I got the news from the friend that invited me to ice-skating, she said that Bryn was the one that was nagging her to ask me to come. I felt slightly unwanted, and decided to wear a blister into my heel until 10 something when we left. So that was Friday.
Saturday, I had work. As you know, I work in a Noodlebar...my boss comes from Malaysia, and she owned the Asian grocery store next door with her husband until she decided to take over the local Hot Box. They also kept their menu. That night was extremely frustrating, pretty much all the customers rocked up to the noodlebar, took a while to look at the menu, and went up to me and ordered fish and chips. It's not because I'm responsible for frying everything, no...I just don't see the point in ordering fish and chips at a Noodlebar, where the specialty is noodles. It's like if I decided to go to the Indian restaurant across the road from us, took my time ordering and decided to get a hamburger with fries. I remember my Mum and I were down in Mandurah once, and she wanted to get some Chicken Treat...since she couldn't find any, she went into Red Rooster and decided to ask...how embarrassing. Altogether, I had 8 orders of fish and chips, or calamari with chips, and that was about what 3/4 of our customers ordered that night. One customer, a man came up to us, and ordered 5 lots of fish and chips for his family. Before that, he asked me whether I knew any good fish and chips places nearby. Like the smart arse that I am, I told him of the three fish and chip places I knew that were about 2 mins away. He then asked me whether we sold a lot of fish and chips. We did. He even asked us what kind of fish it was. Apparently it was hoki. You learn something new everyday.
Sunday. At church, Bryn appeared out of nowhere and shocked me. I talked to Priscilla, again back from Melbourne. I also talked to Mick briefly, who wanted to talk about a person we both knew. But my plans to tutor Selena were keeping me from being in church after 11 something, so unfortunately I had to cut off our conversation short. Which always happens. I feel bad, it seems like I'm being rude to him, but what can you do really? Then I went to the library where I stayed there until 3. I love Selena, really...but Maths is not her forte. I don't know why she's doing Maths...She's great at writing essays and doing Humanities subjects...but she wants to save the environment, therefore she has to do a science degree although the only science she's doing is Biology. She's doing Discrete Maths, which is the easiest Maths in TEE...and I offered to help her because I did Applicable last year, and I thought Discrete would be really easy. Which it was. I wish she did do the work. I can begin to appreciate how frustrating a tutor's job is. I can see why they get paid a lot of money per hour. Basically I spent the few hours, trying to teach her the whole semester's work. Which I didn't manage to do, I only got Time Series and Univariate Statistics done...arrgh. She didn't understand what y-intercepts were...or the concept of manipulating algebraic equations to isolate a variable. I'm not cut out to be a teacher. I did the same thing in Applicable...did no work and didn't understand anything because of it. I'm sure she did fine in the exam though. That was on Wednesday...Anyway, because I was talking for so long non-stop...I got a sore throat, which turned into flu, which turned into really bad flu, complete with back spasms, coughing up blood and sweating gallons. Which led me to being bedridden until today. That's not the end of it. Part 2 later on.