Post by BlackCatWhiteCat on May 23, 2007 22:11:47 GMT -5
I'm sorry. I just have to share with someone who may undertand the humor in this. Also, I'm trying to look busy at work (explained in more detail below)
I can't remember the last time I was this desperate to escape a conversation with someone. Imagine....I'm subbing for this high school class, which is broken up into project groups. This kid, who I had 1st period, comes over to my desk all of a sudden and just starts RAMBLING at me, asking me stupid question and making stupid observations...not just to me, but to himself! He's tall, lanky, pimply, and has the posture of Napolean Dynamite. In fact, He's the guy's twin brother except for he has no eyeglasses!!!
So here the guy is, hovering over me like a gorrilla and talking in his nasaly, nerdy voice (you know the nerdy voice) and I'm just sitting there feeling like a deer in the headlights, nodding and smiling and saying "Hmmm" and "uh-huh" and looking away constantly and trying fruitlessly to find something important-looking to do so that he would GO AWAY! The guy just keeps popping back and forth between me and his group and giving me updates on what he said to his teammates and their reactions. He drones on about how he gets bad team evaluations because he gets stuck with jobs that don't require much to do except walk around and be bored, and he always gets stuck with the jobs no one else wants to do. At one point he starts talking about one of the girls' shock at his knowing her home phone number. The following conversation ensued:
Him: "I've never used it (her phone number). Usually I just stand outside her house if I want to talk to her and she eventually knows it's me. Well...actually that just happened the one time. *looks at cell phone* My cell phone has a light on the end of it. Pretty cool. That's the only reason I have a cell phone. *pause*
*confused look from me* "....because it has a light on the end of it?"
Him: "Because it's fun to play with! *he flips phone open and shut*
*head nod from me*
Him again: I had a weird dream last night"
*terrified look from me* "oh really"
Him: "Have you ever watched the show House?"
*My face illuminates in a glimmering moment of hope* "Yes!!"
Him: "Well I had a weird dream about House. I dreamt he had an origin story. He was a mouse that mutated into a man"
Me: "That's.......really weird. Really. Really Weird."
"And in the dream time was going backward slowly so in it he was turning back into a mouse. I don't really remember the plot but it was integral to the plot."
Me: "Ah." *head nod*
At this point he walked back to his group again. It was hard to hide my joy, but I managed to discreetly get up and look as if I had all kinds of important things to do at the whiteboard up front. Things were going great. He was staying with his group. I let my guard down and walked to the other side of the class to pretend to be highly engrossed in a teacher's manual I grabbed. That's when it happened. The kid CLIMBED OVER one of the desks to get over to where I was and start yammering again.
Him: "Just a little insight into Catherine's (teammate) mind. I told her the exact sentence I wanted her to write. Simply, 'Wikipedia is the best search engine for finding data about information'. She pauses. Then she decides to write what I said. Gives you a good insight into her mind"
Me: "....yyyeah. It. does." *glance quickly for new distraction with which to make myself look busy. Failure. I choose to nod again.*
He walked back over to his team and I darted immediately over to this computer to type this rant that I am now writing and that will hopefully to continue to look like really important work so that he'll STOP TALKING TO ME. And I still have another half hour left in this class. AAAAHHHHH
I can't remember the last time I was this desperate to escape a conversation with someone. Imagine....I'm subbing for this high school class, which is broken up into project groups. This kid, who I had 1st period, comes over to my desk all of a sudden and just starts RAMBLING at me, asking me stupid question and making stupid observations...not just to me, but to himself! He's tall, lanky, pimply, and has the posture of Napolean Dynamite. In fact, He's the guy's twin brother except for he has no eyeglasses!!!
So here the guy is, hovering over me like a gorrilla and talking in his nasaly, nerdy voice (you know the nerdy voice) and I'm just sitting there feeling like a deer in the headlights, nodding and smiling and saying "Hmmm" and "uh-huh" and looking away constantly and trying fruitlessly to find something important-looking to do so that he would GO AWAY! The guy just keeps popping back and forth between me and his group and giving me updates on what he said to his teammates and their reactions. He drones on about how he gets bad team evaluations because he gets stuck with jobs that don't require much to do except walk around and be bored, and he always gets stuck with the jobs no one else wants to do. At one point he starts talking about one of the girls' shock at his knowing her home phone number. The following conversation ensued:
Him: "I've never used it (her phone number). Usually I just stand outside her house if I want to talk to her and she eventually knows it's me. Well...actually that just happened the one time. *looks at cell phone* My cell phone has a light on the end of it. Pretty cool. That's the only reason I have a cell phone. *pause*
*confused look from me* "....because it has a light on the end of it?"
Him: "Because it's fun to play with! *he flips phone open and shut*
*head nod from me*
Him again: I had a weird dream last night"
*terrified look from me* "oh really"
Him: "Have you ever watched the show House?"
*My face illuminates in a glimmering moment of hope* "Yes!!"
Him: "Well I had a weird dream about House. I dreamt he had an origin story. He was a mouse that mutated into a man"
Me: "That's.......really weird. Really. Really Weird."
"And in the dream time was going backward slowly so in it he was turning back into a mouse. I don't really remember the plot but it was integral to the plot."
Me: "Ah." *head nod*
At this point he walked back to his group again. It was hard to hide my joy, but I managed to discreetly get up and look as if I had all kinds of important things to do at the whiteboard up front. Things were going great. He was staying with his group. I let my guard down and walked to the other side of the class to pretend to be highly engrossed in a teacher's manual I grabbed. That's when it happened. The kid CLIMBED OVER one of the desks to get over to where I was and start yammering again.
Him: "Just a little insight into Catherine's (teammate) mind. I told her the exact sentence I wanted her to write. Simply, 'Wikipedia is the best search engine for finding data about information'. She pauses. Then she decides to write what I said. Gives you a good insight into her mind"
Me: "....yyyeah. It. does." *glance quickly for new distraction with which to make myself look busy. Failure. I choose to nod again.*
He walked back over to his team and I darted immediately over to this computer to type this rant that I am now writing and that will hopefully to continue to look like really important work so that he'll STOP TALKING TO ME. And I still have another half hour left in this class. AAAAHHHHH
"If I'm going to be desensitized into a mindless stock animal, I may as well do it with a cushy ergonomic seat and magnificent THX-certified sound. -Kevin Murphy
Maybe we should start a support group! 