UGH FUCK YOU YOU ARSEHOLE I hate you and I hope you break your leg while strutting down the lecture hall’s stairs and that then you can’t come to class for WEEKS so we don’t have to hear your irrelevant and sexist remarks. UGH. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Ah. Pardon my French. I’ve been really pissed off about this today because I realized that if I stand up and say “You’re not funny, keep your sexist remarks out of the classroom” well, I don’t know how the teacher might react (the person I’m talking about is a student, not a teacher), I don’t want to create a bad atmosphere because we are a small number of people who are going to be studying together for the next 2 years at least and don’t want to divide everyone (even though we already are divided, I just don’t want people officially not liking each other). This person knows I don’t like them anyway because I’m not subtle about it when I don’t like someone, they just know. So. Fuckity fuck fuck. I said I’d stand up and say that next time if it happens (I already said “it’s not funny” loud enough for him to hear it today but…Idk). He knows most of us don’t like him anyway. I just wouldn’t want him to use those sexist “jokes” against us. There’s enough sexism outside, no need to drag it into the classroom (like, in a linguistics lesson, wtf?!).
Ugh. I should stop over thinking it and calmly say whatever goes through my head at the time if it happens again. Which is maybe not the best thing but asking yourself “what if” just paralyzes you.
