11.08.00
I was sitting in my sculptural book class, explaining the motivation behind my book -- the idealized Christmas scene -- when the instructor shushed me for swearing excessively, and then cut me off entirely and moved on to the next person.
Okay, I used the word 'hosed' 3 times, which I hardly consider swearing, but still. I have a moderately dysfunctional family with less than spectacular holidays, and I was explaining how I always glorify the concept of Christmas (or whichever holiday we're celebrating) in my head until it's larger than life, and then am always sorely disappointed once the actual event occurs, thereby being 'hosed'. I gave a couple of examples of said hosedness, and got shot down.
That would have been fine, except that she pulled out this Maisy's house carousel book that had movable bits and Mel and I were playing with it while she talked. I pulled Maisy out of the tub, because I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of a cartoon mouse being naked in front of me, and put a little dress on her. And then Mel started waving around the toilet brush from the pop-up toilet, and that's when all hell broke loose. Emily (the teacher) took the book away from us, hissing, "STOP IT!" at me under her breath.
I was chastised TWICE in less than an hour. The ladies at the polling site were friendlier than Emily, and they were pretty damn hostile today.
This makes me disgruntled and frowny.
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