Who need enemies?
Today has been horrible.
Really really horrid.
No, wait. It's been a huge pile of fucking crap
Several weeks ago, when I first started my course we went away for a weekend. While there we all got a little bit merry and one of our number took the opportunity to start a number of fights with just about anyone and then he wet himself.
He wet himself all over the course leaders bed at the age of 32... How utterly pathetic?
Anyway... his victims were picked if he perceived them to be posh, or female, or blonde, or having a good time. Unluckily for me I fitted into all the key categories, and as such was called a bitch, threatened, bullied and finally had a cigarette thrown into my hair (a lit one), as I was crouching down… as if I were the gutter. Nice.
Now, for the record - I did not rise to this taunting, I did not react to the bullying and I am completely innocent of anything in the matter. This is nothing if not unusual for me, and just why my temper didn't kick in and I didn't beat his head repeatedly against a brick wall I will never know.
The boys on the trip also showed massive restraint throughout by sitting on him until he passed out rather than killing him, which would have been I suspect their gut reaction.
So the next day dawns, the fuckwit was sent home, we all assumed that we would never see him again and skipped off on a ten mile hike. Reports were filed, tears were shed and we drew a long line under the whole sorry incident. We then got on with the important task of having a good time training to be teachers.
NOT SO FAST though kids… because last week we found that he was pursuing the case and that he was demanding to come back to college despite the fact that my tutors had said that they didn't want him on the course, and the small matter of him being a violent bully.
On Tuesday this week I was forced out of my school to attend his hearing, to grass on him as it were and never before in my life have I been put in a position of feeling like such a victim. I was humiliated beyond reason and hurt beyond belief. When I was delivered back to my school it took Ringo about 3 hours to stop me shaking violently. In short I had one of those completely basic gut reactions to something that you can do nothing about. It turned out that I am terrified of this man and there is nothing I can do about it.
Guess what happened next?
You guessed didn't you? Yep, this morning I arrived in college in a happy frame of mind, looking forward to catching up with my mates after a week apart to find that the Fuckwit had been reinstated to the course. I was told that I was expected to sit in a room with my tormenter and discuss the National Curriculum. As if this didn’t make me angry enough his opening comments to me was about what a hard month he had had... like I was meant to feel sorry for him?
Now, I have always prided myself in being quite a strong person, but it turns out that this just isn't true because today I sobbed. I sobbed not because I felt bad for myself but rather with rage and injustice. Why should someone be allowed to get away with treating me like that, and yet seem to have no clue what they have done?
My friends dragged me to the union and boys poured wine down my throat, while the girls played with my hair. As I calmed down, I started to look around me and I saw on the faces of most of my class mates the feelings of rage and injustice. I saw my tutor almost cry because she was being made to teach this nasty specimen of humanity. I saw devastation.
My normally lovely group were divided between those who hated this creature and those who didn't. Some people just didn’t come to the union today… and maybe they won’t again. Most of the boys thumped their fists with rage, and we all discussed that if we had known that there would have been no possibilty of being thrown off the course just what we would have done to this little shit on that infamous Friday night.
But, as I have always made a pact with myself to always end blog entries on a happy note... I saw something else in the union today. My college may have let me down terribly, but my friends and peers - with a kiss on the cheek, a squeeze of the hand or a glass of wine couldn't have been more there for me.
Perhaps that's why that silly boy hated me, because he's never known what it was like to have friends like these.
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(14.10.04 20:42) Oh D, what a terrible day. I fully expect you're right about him, he sounds like someone who just cannot partake in normal social interractions and was obviously quite jealous at the ease at which the rest of you were bonding. Of course, there's no way to excuse his behaviour and I can't believe he'd be found fit of mind to remain on the course. I know it's not going to be easy to be near him, but try, try to be strong because you are the better person and that's exactly the reason that you've managed to find people you can rely on already. Take care of yourself hon. |
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(14.10.04 20:50) Sorry to hear about your day Daisy. He sounds like an absolute git, but you showed yourself on that friday night when you didnt turn and hit him that you are so much better and stronger than he is. Sounds like you've made some really good friends too... All of this will catch up with that guy, and he'll get his comeuppance, I'm sure people won't put up with is crap indefinatley. -Pete |
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(14.10.04 22:55) WTF. Why is he back? I'm annoyed by this and I'm not even there. Grrr. Sweetie, stay strong. |
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(15.10.04 08:55) How can someone like that be allowed to teach children? |
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(15.10.04 09:36) I'm with you, how can someone witht hat attitude and behaviour be able to teach children, that's disgusting. |
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(15.10.04 11:39) here's hoping the karma faires do their job at the end of the year and he never gets to teach. |
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(15.10.04 12:48) I don't really know what to say. It is utterly wrong of your college to put you, and your clasmates (if you know what I mean)through that and you should find lots of people to complain to. Immediately. xxxxx |
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(15.10.04 12:54) That is bloody outrageous. And it is indeed quite, quite wrong that he should be allowed anywhere near a classroom - either as student or teacher. There must be some other authority you can complain to, surely? |
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(15.10.04 13:17) Bloody outrageous Daisy, he shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a child. |
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(15.10.04 15:20) that's fucking terrible. surely he won't be able to finish the course if he's so unhinged? maybe he'll just drop out - he can't spend the next few months hiding his true colours away. why the fuck would an idiot like that want to teach? that's making me feel sick too. |
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(15.10.04 15:24) How can they allow such a person to teach little kids. That is so sad. |
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(15.10.04 17:48) It's bloody disgusting that they're letting him continue. Keep your chin up and your head high girl. You sound like you have great friends, which is obviously something which that tosser lacks. *hugz* x x x |
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(15.10.04 18:35) That is awful. Hopefully he won't last the course, Daise. He'll need social skills, patience, tolerance and a fucking soul to get through - none of which he has. Chin up, girly. xx |
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(16.10.04 01:38) He'll never make it through. I'm with Beso on this one.... |
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(16.10.04 01:46) Aww i feel for ya soo much nowis the time you should get the lads in your group to smash his brains out 
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(16.10.04 03:30) People like this shouldn't be allowed to have any contact with the human race, period. |
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(16.10.04 09:11) Agreed with much of the above. He might have somehow slipped back in at this stage, but if (as seems blatantly obvious) he has neither the skills nor temperament to be a teacher, then he will get found out sooner or later. He may have been allowed back (this time) for some loophole in the disciplinary process that he has found and crawled through, but his card will certainly be marked by the Uni's authorities, and any future indiscretion will inevitably end up with his swift exit stage left, pursued by a (flying) beer. Avoid him as much as is possible (especially any potential confrontation that you might have bubbling up inside right now) and by all means, feel free and justified to blank the dick totally- you have no reason to be forced into pleasant discourse with this tosser. With his apparent inability to handle alcohol in any quantity, social interaction of any magnitude and with the inevitable pressure of the last-chance guillotine hanging over his head, he'll fall on his arse again soon enough and get washed away permanently. In the meantime, pity the git. And snigger, in private, at his self-soiling habits. |
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(16.10.04 17:21) What an awful situation to find yourself in - and to still find yourself in, with this arse back on the course - but he'll get his comeuppance soon enough, that's a given! Other than that, I hope you're doing well, hunny xxx |
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(17.10.04 16:34) Cheers guys... believe me we have all talked through the points you have raised until we are sick to death of it... I guess that sometimes life is just unfair and crazy... but my course leader has to write his reference and everyone is waiting for him to put a little toe wrong, so fingers crossed that justice will prevail. |