I saw "someone" you hate, and so I saw one name. An obvious name. But is it really hate ?
Not so sure.
I can accept a lot of things, but, beware, I am spiteful !
I met him (sorry, I won't write his name) in Lyon. He was in my class, and already had a big career behind him.
Because of this looooong career, with big french artists, marketing chief for I don't remember which Major Company (in fact, I remember but won't tell you which one), he was really arrogant and haughty. Eurk !!
First week at the Uni, he always had something to tell, ask, answer ... We, just-students-without-10-years-of-career felt so small that we were "afraid" to take the risk of asking or answering a question. Some were trying and his answers/remarks were awful, like it's was impossible for us to ask this or that because we were supposed to know it already, and, everytime he was adding "when I was this" "when I did this", "when I was working with him/her ..."
Arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhh !!
The only nice classes were english classes, because he didn't speak english. He wasn't able to say a little sentence ... Plus, we were supposed to talk about economics and music industry in english ... Not so easy, but we were all able to talk a little bit. The teacher didn't care if our answers were right or wrong, because the only thing he wanted was hearing us and correcting our english when it was wrong ! (by the way, I hope my english is not too bad ... if I'm making terrible mistakes, please tell me !!!)
One day, he and I had a fight ! And I think that I hate him from this day !
I'm a shy girl, and everyday I try to fight against it. I don't know why, but sometimes, wearing a dress/skirt helps me to trust in me... Why, I don't really know ...
One morning, I choose to wear one of my Scottish kilt. It was the first time of the year I was wearing a skit.
Laddish remark from him...
(<= the guilty skirt !) I was thinking " F* off ! You're not my Dad/Brother/Friend, just another student, you don't have to tell me how to get dressed !"
Second one.
Same.
(Ok, this one is a little bit shorter, but who cares !!)
And he was bothering me everytime I was wearing a skirt or dress !
" Ohh sexy ... Do you have panties under it ?"
Blah, blah, blah, leave me alone !
The day of the fight.
Little class, so I think the year was almost over, January maybe ...
I was wearing a brown dress, and tights (hey, January, in Lyon, it's coooooold !!)
He was next to me, and was stealing my sudoku (yes, I know it's bad, but the class was boring !!)
and was saying
" - Here is a 4, here a 3, no you're wrong it's a 9 ! Come on, you don't know the rules, it's easy, you have to think like this !"
I was crazy, angry !!!
And I don't remember why, he made another remark about the fact I was wearing a dress, maybe I think he didn't like the tights. ENOUGH !!
I slapped him behind the head.
OH GOD, what did I do ?????!! (lol)
" - You insolent girl ! You cannot do this ! You're just a kid, you owe me respect" blah blah blah !
Shut up man ! You get what you deserved ! Enough of your laddish remarks and stupid jokes below the belt ! At this moment, I wanted to stand up (yes, during the class, didn't care about the teacher), kick his ass and yelled
" - F* you man ! I'm a girl not a toy ! Maybe I'm younger, but you owe me some kind of respect too !"
The other girls, during the break (because this happened just before the break. Don't remember if after he moved or left ...) agreed. This guy ... pff ! Nevermind !
Today, I won't write a letter to that guy. He doesn't deserve it ! I just want to tell him that :
The best day of the MCA's year was our graduation day, because you were not here with us ! And I didn't miss you !
Not so sure.
I can accept a lot of things, but, beware, I am spiteful !
I met him (sorry, I won't write his name) in Lyon. He was in my class, and already had a big career behind him.
Because of this looooong career, with big french artists, marketing chief for I don't remember which Major Company (in fact, I remember but won't tell you which one), he was really arrogant and haughty. Eurk !!
First week at the Uni, he always had something to tell, ask, answer ... We, just-students-without-10-years-of-career felt so small that we were "afraid" to take the risk of asking or answering a question. Some were trying and his answers/remarks were awful, like it's was impossible for us to ask this or that because we were supposed to know it already, and, everytime he was adding "when I was this" "when I did this", "when I was working with him/her ..."
Arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhh !!
The only nice classes were english classes, because he didn't speak english. He wasn't able to say a little sentence ... Plus, we were supposed to talk about economics and music industry in english ... Not so easy, but we were all able to talk a little bit. The teacher didn't care if our answers were right or wrong, because the only thing he wanted was hearing us and correcting our english when it was wrong ! (by the way, I hope my english is not too bad ... if I'm making terrible mistakes, please tell me !!!)
One day, he and I had a fight ! And I think that I hate him from this day !
I'm a shy girl, and everyday I try to fight against it. I don't know why, but sometimes, wearing a dress/skirt helps me to trust in me... Why, I don't really know ...
One morning, I choose to wear one of my Scottish kilt. It was the first time of the year I was wearing a skit.Laddish remark from him...
(<= the guilty skirt !) I was thinking " F* off ! You're not my Dad/Brother/Friend, just another student, you don't have to tell me how to get dressed !"
Second one.Same.
(Ok, this one is a little bit shorter, but who cares !!)
And he was bothering me everytime I was wearing a skirt or dress !
" Ohh sexy ... Do you have panties under it ?"
Blah, blah, blah, leave me alone !
The day of the fight.
Little class, so I think the year was almost over, January maybe ...
I was wearing a brown dress, and tights (hey, January, in Lyon, it's coooooold !!)
He was next to me, and was stealing my sudoku (yes, I know it's bad, but the class was boring !!)
and was saying
" - Here is a 4, here a 3, no you're wrong it's a 9 ! Come on, you don't know the rules, it's easy, you have to think like this !"
I was crazy, angry !!!
And I don't remember why, he made another remark about the fact I was wearing a dress, maybe I think he didn't like the tights. ENOUGH !!
I slapped him behind the head.
OH GOD, what did I do ?????!! (lol)
" - You insolent girl ! You cannot do this ! You're just a kid, you owe me respect" blah blah blah !
Shut up man ! You get what you deserved ! Enough of your laddish remarks and stupid jokes below the belt ! At this moment, I wanted to stand up (yes, during the class, didn't care about the teacher), kick his ass and yelled
" - F* you man ! I'm a girl not a toy ! Maybe I'm younger, but you owe me some kind of respect too !"
The other girls, during the break (because this happened just before the break. Don't remember if after he moved or left ...) agreed. This guy ... pff ! Nevermind !
Today, I won't write a letter to that guy. He doesn't deserve it ! I just want to tell him that :
The best day of the MCA's year was our graduation day, because you were not here with us ! And I didn't miss you !
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