There Comes a Time…

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There comes a time in life, a certain point that will crush you beyond your imagination.  Not just once; you will be crushed multiple times through certain periods in your lifetime. 

I like to call these times, “The Times of Major Assessment.”

There’s so much assessment due in during these next two weeks alone.

You know, usually a lecturer will know when your exam are, and cancel your assessment that happens to be settling around any nearby date.  For some reason or another, not just did they leave all the assessment.. It looks like theres even more than usual.  I have WAY TOO MANY assignments/submissions.  Stupid lecturers.  I cannot possibly hate every single one of my lecturers anymore than I do right now.  Seriously.  It’s ridiculous.

One of my lecturers is a real jerk.  Hes a tubby man, wears glasses and has short sand-ish brown hair.  He always, always, wears long pants and a shirt.  His shirt is always white.  His voice is nasal, high and kind of flat…

I didn’t see it until I was talking to a couple of my friends.  They had taken the very same course that I was taking this year -last year.  They had the same retard of a lecturer.  The also called him, “Peter Griffin”.

It was hilarious.  The resemblance couldn’t have been any better.  Even the voice was the same.  I was shocked that I didn’t see this earlier for myself.  I laughed so hard, everyone else must have not found it funny anymore.  But it was still the funniest thing I had heard in weeks.  After that, I laughed at it with my friends for a bit; the topic dropped, and I forgot almost completely about it. 

Myself and a couple of my friends were walking from one of my lectures to another class one day.  The class I was heading towards was the tutorial class for the same subject as the lecture I was just leaving.  Along the way, one of my friends tried tripping me over.  Then he said loudly, “I hate <insert course name here> so much!”

I agreed aloud, as did the third person with us.  Then I said in a voice that couldn’t be louder: “I hate Peter Griffin!“.  Yeah, we all had a laugh… Kept walking along to class… Walked up the stairs…

The stairs are those ones that take two sets to get to the top.  That is, half way up, you reach a platform where you have to make a ‘u-turn’ and then continue up the second half of the stairs.

So we all walked up the stairs, happily in a line while putting verbal crap all over the poor little course.  All of the sudden, my friend went to grab my arm for some reason. 

“HAH!” I thought to myself “Trying to trip me over again, are you?? How sly!“

I avoided the assult by dodging to the side; skipping quickly around my other friend to protect myself from any further attacks.  That happened as we started ascending the stairs.  We all stepped onto the midway platform at once.  I was in the middle most side of the steps, so my path was shorter than everyone elses as I went for the second incline of the steps.  I was that much faster, that I had made my complete U-turn and could see not just my friends, but anyone who had been walking behind us.

Peter Griffin was behind us.

Any normal person would have figured out what I had been implying when I said “Peter Griffin”.  Not just that but there was the additional insult of being called “Peter Griffin”.  I’d never needed the CTRL+Z function more in my life.

Before I could make direct eye-to-eye contact with “Peter Griffin”, I bolted.  Well, not so much of bolted, but to be considered as walking it would be (10x)very fast.  I made my half-run to the lecture theatre ahead of everyone else, including “Peter Griffin”.

When i was finally seated I complained to my friend about the lecture being behind us the entire way.  He had heard me call him “Peter Griffin”.  I was sure to be his sole target of hate.  I was whispering to my friend, all the while, so only a person within a half-meter radius of myself would hear.

The guy behind me happend to be in that very half-meter radius.  A little after it had been mentioned by myself, I heard him lean over and whisper to his buddy beside him, “Hey, don’t you think he looks like Peter Griffin.  I just realised, he looks like Peter Griffin.”

Yes.  Yes person behind me.  You have only “just” realised.  Just realised, right after you you heard my ranting.  Thats right.  How clever of you.  How clever you are to have just realised that all by yourself.  You are all so very clever, aren’t you now?

Who is clever? You! You of course! You are the clever one!

Here! Let me clap for you and praise you, while patting you on the back.  Are you happy???  It must be great, y o u  r e t a r d.

Now, I have to spend the rest of the semester, and possibly even next semester, trying to NOT let “Peter Griffin” find out my name.  This is to  make sure he doesn’t purposely fail me.

“What?” you say, “Purposely fail you? That is unjust!” 

Yes.  It is unjust.  It is also likely to happen should he find out my name.  I will consider wearing glasses, leaving my hair untied and changing my name to Juan.  This way, according to the majority of anime and manga, there is not living person on earth that would be able to recognise me.  Thats right! even though my face is EXACTLY the same as before, I have a completely different look now.  I’m a genius!

But life doesn’t work like that and I’m pretty sure I would look no different.  Seems like I will have to rely on the good old ‘cover-your-face-with-your-hand-when-you-see-him” trick.

Anyways, it turns out that my friend -the one who had tried to grab my arm near the stairs and I had misinterpreted the action as an attempt to seriously injure me- had been trying to warn me earlier that he was behind us.  He had seen the guy, and then warned my other friend, before in turn, trying to warn me.  I had misunderstood, and instead, run away from the person who was supposed to stop me from embarrassing myself further. 

It happens to the best of us.  Sometimes we WILL, insult a persod; and sometimes that person will be behind us.  At those times, we have no choice but to deal with the embarassment that comes with it.

I have alot more to complain about.  I’m sure Life is having a great time screwing with me.  I’m sure of it.  It’s finding all the right moments to get its revenge on me for always ranting so badly about it.  I’ll have it apologise to me some day.  Not just a simple apology.  I’ll have to get on the floor and beg for forgiveness.

Hah!  That day is drawing closer.. I can feel it.

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