Excuse me, I need to rant a bit.
There’s a lady in my HMCIII class who always tries to make everything be about her. The teacher will mention Chicago and she’ll butt in with, “*GASP* I lived in Chicago! I had a boyfriend who… blah blah blah…” Or once, he mentioned the governor of Wisconsin, and she burst out with a story about the grandparents of a close friend and insisted they invented LSD at the University of Wisconsin.
I mean, sure, maybe that’s true. Are you so self-important that you feel the class needs to know this about you? Or how about the time we were discussing De Stijl and you told us you used to dye your hair a different color every week, but you were a natural blonde and they were just vegetable dyes so it didn’t damage your hair? Does that really have any bearing on what we were supposed to be learning, or did you just want the attention?
Part of the reason she’s so obnoxious is because she’s probably in her mid-forties, and you therefore can’t really attribute her attitude toward being an idiot freshman who just wants to be looked at. I’m actually very curious as to what she thinks she’s accomplishing by sharing these things. Recently, the teacher has started just listening to her go on, and afterwards, just nods and says, “Okay.” and continues class in its normal fashion.
Gah. :grumbly: Off to work now, and then Daniel and I are going to try to find some curtain rods for the bedroom doors.