Wednesday, 27 May 2009.

Today was the absolute most retarded lecture-thingy ever. On ETIQUETTE.
Nothing wrong with etiquette. It's actually annoying when people don't have it. But that session...

Let's just settle for saying I'm scarred for life and beyond.

I've always thought, with good reason, that a common-sense, comfortable, efficient, businesslike approach is in order.
(E.g. the guys' version. Never underestimate the sexism prevalent in society's codes.)
Enhancing a gender divide is what actually promotes sexual discrimination anyway.

On a more relevant note, I would like to hereby register my objection against draping one's arms daintily over one's handbag, keeping a vacant smile plastered across one's face or standing with one's feet pressed together like a ballerina. Just...no.

Teacher: And giiiiiirls, you can cross your legs like THIS! *does incredible bimbo impersonation, on account of BEING ONE*
Me: *thoughts are elsewhere*
Teacher: *notices me and comes over annoyingly* Why don't you try?
Me: Why is it so important to conform to traditional stereotypes of femininity? (this was because it was what I was thinking at the time. *has no self-control*)
Teacher: *blinks*
Me: Never mind. *is generally stunned by teh bimboticism*

I have never had such a strong urge to facepalm. Or to throw something at a teacher. Even if she was an outside instructor.

(Plus, dear woman, you do not look tall because of your posture. You look tall because you're in stiletto heels, and even so I'm probably taller.)

Also there was a police whatever talk.
But if they were really so efficient at catching music downloaders there are few of my friends who wouldn't have a criminal record. *rolleyes*

Creative writing whatever thing also. Some science fiction writer talked at us and then we asked stuff at him and it was all blissfully informal.

Also Claire wasn't even at SCHOOL.

Tomorrow is teahouse trip. And chem.

{ 7:51 pm }