So today I did something I likely shouldn’t have but I did it anyway. I snapped at a twinkie. A very disrespectful one so I really don’t feel too bad about it. There are return rules in place for a reason and if she thinks she’s above the rules, she needs to think again. I don’t care if it’s only her class using the items, respect the rules – everyone else does!
It’s reading week coming up and they’re all signing out their instruments for the week instead of the allotted 2 days they normally get. She doesn’t come in before class to do so for her instrument (that she already has and didn’t return like she was suppose to – others did even though they knew they had class that afternoon as well) and then comes in LAST after class with her usual ‘nose in the air’ attitude. So I snapped and I’ll admit, was quite rude and I will apologize when I see her next – against ever fibre in my body but still, it’s the right thing to do… grrrr.
“Are you ever going to bring something back on time?”
“It’s still today – so it is on time.”
“No, it’s due at 9:00am.”
“I can’t do that – I have class then.”
“I open at 8:00am”
“I can’t do that – I have class.”
“At 8:00 am?”
She grumbles something else as the other girl in the room kinda stifles a half giggle at the snottiness of both of us. She puts the signout card in my In Box as I’ve instructed her to do every other time she’s not put in there – which is every other time. She’s usually trying to get into my card files and rifle through things on her own… grrrrr!
I take it out the In Box and put it with the stack of cards I’m collecting and organizing from the others that signed things out when this exchange beings:
“I put it in the IN Box like you always tell me to do and now that was wrong?”
“No, I’m just organizing all the cards that were handed in after class today.”
“But I put it in the IN Box like I was supposed to. Am I not suppose to do that?”
“No, the In Box is right, I’m just sorting the cards.”
“Have a nice weekend,” she quips as she walks out the door pulling her backpack on wheels behind her.
“…….” was my response and I turned to the girl who had witnessed the exchanges as she said, “thanks! Have a good weekend.”
“You too,” I replied.
I spoke with the instructor after the break and told her how much of a pain in the butt this girl has been all semester. She gasped as I told her of how I started the confrontation but I don’t really care. Yes, I will apologize but not without laying down some ground rules for how to use this space and as to why we have return times/dates in place.
grr….
