It aint an excuse, it is a reason.
Several things to blog about, but not necessarily a long post.
Havent really been well since I came back from f&n camp. Feeling kinda weird. The reason is easily pinpointed, but I am not willing to resolve it just yet. Not really my kind of life.
HIGHLIGHT OF YESTERDAY: English enrichment
I didnt go for the first session and so the conversation goes.
Note: This is not word for word.
Him: Come. Why weren't you here yesterday?Me(nonchalantly): Oversleep.Him: It's overslept.Me: Kay kay.Him: Why did you oversleep?Me: I had camp the previous day. It was an eye-sou-lay-terd incident.Him: It's eye-ser-la-terd.Me: *shrugs* (cause I hear no difference)Him: So did you have a good sleep?Me: I dont know.Him: Then did you have a good dream?Me: I dont know.Him: Bad dream?Me: No.Him: K, go back first. I am deciding if I should accept your excuse to give you the notes.Me(turns back to seat): It's a reason, not an excuse.So that was the brief face-off I had just when we first met. I am anticipating something more in the coming days, but I am not hopeful.
He is well-read, knowledgeable, but it ends there. He knows what he's teaching, and I seek to benefit from this, but perhaps not a good relationship with him; a no-relationship would be ideal.
I'm freaking loving Psychology now. When 2 fighting parties have threats against each other, nothing is going to work out. In resolving a conflict, you have to force communication and remove the threats. At least that's what I read.
Nice one really. If you are really unhappy about me, any minor thing, I'd rather you spell it out real clear, rather than indirectly flaming me. It really wouldnt be nice if I explode.
It's alright, it's okay. It's fine by me ;)
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