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being anti-social
Tuesday, 27 March 2012 09:49I have anti-social tendencies.
Actually, to rephrase more correctly, I'm mostly a loner with occasional friendly tendencies.
We have this classmate in my Chinese class. I loathe to say that, but I don't like her. She is of a different nationality (non-Chinese), but that is not the reason why I dislike her.
She talks a lot. Way too much. She says "I can read and write a lot of Chinese. I used to be able to read all the words on the bus signs!" but then when asked to read she can't read anything. "oh the test is only on the first 2 columns? I memorized the whole thing!" but then in the test she doesn't know anything. "I can speak 14 different languages!" Well, if I count the 1, 2, 3's and the single words I know in different languages, I can also speak some 10 languages, thank you very much.
I try to avoid her every time, but she manages to find me (eeeek!) and I despise every moment I am forced to spend with her. She asks me to help her buy copy books for her drills, and so I buy them, since she claims "I don't know where to get them" and "I have a very bad leg". I see she still has some 3 books and she already asked me to buy new ones because "I'm not comfortable with the paper being yellow in color. I prefer white colored paper."
She claims the teacher is going too fast during dictations, and she slows the whole class down. That in itself is not a problem. But she is the only one who has a pronunciation cheat sheet right in front of her, and she complains that the teacher doesn't give her enough time to write. And that "when I get nervous then my arm is in pain and I can't write." Give me a bloody break. It's not like we have to write over 100 characters in a dictation, it's just 20. So you either listen well to the teacher when he tells us the coverage of the tests, and you practice those characters specifically, or you quit class. It's OK to listen to your excuses the first couple of times, but soon it gets old and boring.
Gawds! When I think about having to go out during lunch just to help her get her copy books... I'm mad.
Actually, to rephrase more correctly, I'm mostly a loner with occasional friendly tendencies.
We have this classmate in my Chinese class. I loathe to say that, but I don't like her. She is of a different nationality (non-Chinese), but that is not the reason why I dislike her.
She talks a lot. Way too much. She says "I can read and write a lot of Chinese. I used to be able to read all the words on the bus signs!" but then when asked to read she can't read anything. "oh the test is only on the first 2 columns? I memorized the whole thing!" but then in the test she doesn't know anything. "I can speak 14 different languages!" Well, if I count the 1, 2, 3's and the single words I know in different languages, I can also speak some 10 languages, thank you very much.
I try to avoid her every time, but she manages to find me (eeeek!) and I despise every moment I am forced to spend with her. She asks me to help her buy copy books for her drills, and so I buy them, since she claims "I don't know where to get them" and "I have a very bad leg". I see she still has some 3 books and she already asked me to buy new ones because "I'm not comfortable with the paper being yellow in color. I prefer white colored paper."
She claims the teacher is going too fast during dictations, and she slows the whole class down. That in itself is not a problem. But she is the only one who has a pronunciation cheat sheet right in front of her, and she complains that the teacher doesn't give her enough time to write. And that "when I get nervous then my arm is in pain and I can't write." Give me a bloody break. It's not like we have to write over 100 characters in a dictation, it's just 20. So you either listen well to the teacher when he tells us the coverage of the tests, and you practice those characters specifically, or you quit class. It's OK to listen to your excuses the first couple of times, but soon it gets old and boring.
Gawds! When I think about having to go out during lunch just to help her get her copy books... I'm mad.
