UGH! Just when you think you're rid of a nuisance...
We started a new term for students who sign up through the local community college. It's a no-credit, continuing-education, self-defense class for them. Initially, I was hopeful because of one of the names on the roster - a young lady who was the 1st self-defense student. She had athletic ability, confidence & a good attitude. I'm not sure if she showed but certainly she gets the most out of the class.
Unfortunately, every so often a margarita catches a fly. Also on the roster was the "don't need the commentary" lady. The one that reminds me of Dolores Umbridge of Harry Potter: OoTP fame. You know the type: she says the most insidious things in the most pleasant tone - as if to disguise her malevolence inside a sugary-sweet wrapper. Happily, I didn't have to try & teach her anything tonight...
What hurts me most is I consider myself a patient instructor. I can work with an easily distracted seven year-old & maintain composure without issue. I reason that my patience as a black belt is required to ensure the students are properly trained in self-defense. It's a point of pride for me to show the utmost courtesy in the capacity of a teacher.
In "Dolores'" case, all I want to do is tell her to clean the stuff out of her ears, listen & get a clue.
To paraphrase Jack Nicholson as Col. Nathan Jessup in "A Few Good Men": I don't want trophies & I don't want "yes, sirs"...What I do want is for you to stand there in your ragetty-ass workout clothes with your holier-than-thou mouth & extend me some f*cking courtesy!
While we're on that subject...if a certain blue belt "reminds" me one more time what happens next in class, I swear he'll get a quick, decisive lesson in showing proper respect to an instructor. As it stands, I quietly brushed him off & handled class.
Geez! All these distractions & no adequate way to express my feelings!!! Pamibe, how's about letting me use some of those great emoticons you have? :-)
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Sure, I'll share my smileys! Just move to a Wordpress blog... LOL!
Sorry about the Dolores! Bet she won't last long, though. ;)
I just *hate* those students who have to tell you what you should do. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
Delores: I don't need the commentary.
Hap: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE COMMENTARY! You seven year old. What is this person lacking?
*Seven year old shows form*
Hap: How did you learn this form Seven year old?
Seven year old: You told me how to do it.
Hap: Delores, maybe you are smarter than a black belt but you got years to go to get to 'Smarter than a 5th grader'
*to seven year old* Show her the rubber chicken technique.
Delores: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG.
Hap: Can you hear me NOW?
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