This sounds like my class. It must be global. I'm back at work today after a day in bed with gastric flu and I just hope the students behave like sentient adults. If I get anyone chatting on the cellphone, putting their feet up, or asking "Is this going to be tested?" before he/she bothers to find notebook and pencil, I think I'll burst into tears or explode or something, the way I feel. UURrgggh. Time for class...wish me luck...
First off, good luck with the class! Second, it is endlessly amusing to me to hear from the otherside of the table in the classroom. Who would have guessed that what we thought would be extraordinarily annoying to you teachers/professors actually is... :/ And I believe that kids/adults talking on their phone in the classroom constitutes the perfect reason to reinstate the ruler punishment haha. =] Edit: Oh and Kappa...nice! Your last comment gave me a good smile. =]
I should be inthe happy thread for this, but thanks to the crazy advert I found on youtube for Cisco Conferencing Systems (what happens when you subscribe to Cisco? You will survive in business--business execs singing to reworded 'I will survive'), my lesson on 2nd conditional went well. BUT because I didn't come in Tuesday, I have to make up four hours of classes that were rescheduled, so maybe I am on the right thread after all...
Lydia, I'm sorry about your thumb. And Mad, that really stinks about making up those extra classes! Tiring!
I'm really not happy with my psychology partner. I really like her, but we aren't working well together. I don't want to change my partner, but I don't know how to work with her. It's a week until the project's due, and she doesn't even have any idea of what she wants to do, and won't listen to me. I'm about to start writing stuff up myself... This thing is worth 20% of my grade, and I can't afford to fail it. Because in continuation to this project is also another project, worth another 20%, and the final, worth 10%, and I need to get started on it now, not later...
Still no job and no prospects. The church was once a safe place where I could go for comfort an solace. No more. That left the theater to give me purpose and be a safe outlet for me. Doesn't feel so safe anymore either. Monday we were building sets at the theater. I needed wrench of a certain size that wasn't in our toolbox. The owner of the theater (who I have worked with before and had no problems with) saw me struggling without the wrench and said he would show me where the rest of the tools were. He took me to a back room where there was indeed a large tool box. He said, "This is what we call a toolbox, and this is what we call a perfect @$$" And he grabbed my butt. theater people are touchy feeling so it bugged me, but I didn't feel threatened. He then proceeded to open all the drawers of the tool box saying "You'll need this. You won't need this. You'll need this. I need this." And he straight up kissed me on the mouth tongue and all. At that point I should have shoved past him (he was between me and the door) but I just sort of froze. He went back to the tools like nothing had happened. I just wanted to grab the wrench I needed and get out of there. I finally just grabbed one and said "this will do and started to leave. He blocked me and asked for another kiss before letting me leave. I flashed the wedding rings and said no way, I'm married. He said he was married too and didn't care. I pushed past him. he grabbed be from behind with his arm across my chest and wouldn't let me go. He kissed me up the neck. I struggled free. I told the producer who told the director. They said they would talk to him and in the meantime just don't be alone with him. Went to rehearsal last night and they hadn't talked to him yet. I am nervous about what will happen when they talk. This is the owner of the theater. He can kick us out, and we will have no play. Part of me says I shouldn't have said anything. I feel like I have put the producer and director in an awkward position. But then...I sure as hell didn't ask for any of this, and I have a right to feel safe. I just...wonder how much more bad stuff I can take.
Carmina, that is absolutely horrible! If I ever meet that man I'm kicking him very hard in the manly bits, and he better not do it again! It's good that you told it, else he would have thought he could just carry on with it! I hope things turn out okay.
Surely he's done it to other women as well. Share it with the other girls of the theatre, and stand together.
Chin up girl. Nothing is worth this. Do you feel you can tell your husband without making more trouble?
That won't stop him, unless there are other women to testify against him. Carmina should talk to the other girls as well. At least they should get a warning about this looser.
I have to agree with everyone else... any guy who does this is obviously not a man but an intolerable, corrupt wretch. Though he is worthy of much worse titles, I am in agreement when it is said that you should take action against this, at least start with the other women to deal with this urchin.
I agree with Cogito in the extreme. No one, and I mean no one, should ever have to deal with or put up with that kind of degradation. Gimme' the address to the theatre, Jen. I'm sure I can round up some fellah's from el barrio. Take care of it old school.
Your logic is flawed. Sexual assault is sexual assault is a crime. Regardless of the number of victims. You should go to the police, Carmina. Not pressing charges because he owns the theatre is to all intents and purposes blackmail.