Yes folks its that time again - another wonderful day spent at Burton College in the company of our beloved tutor (yuk wheres me sick bag).Granny got to the college nice and early so she could nab a good parking spot. By getting there at a reasonable time it gave the old gal time to finish off her homework and hopefully earn a few brownie points.
No, she aint becoming a member of the Blondie fan club (not in this life anyway) but just trying to keep the old git off her back.
Mr Angry, who is more composed these days, had a bit of chit-chat with granny. We discussed Blondie's teaching methods or should I say - lack of them. Mr A is quite calm these days probably due to medication!
Blondie's bitch was in fine fettle and had been able to secrete her bags in the classroom before it had been locked until the next lesson started (we have to queue up outside till "B" struts his stuff down the corridor and unlocks the classroom door). I suppose being his bitch does have its perks.
Everyone is shoe-horned into their seats and once you are in that's it, there is no escape. If you didn't know the person sitting next to you intimately at the start of the lesson, then you will do by the end. There is no personal space in this environment.
The first lesson addressed extended trial balances, we have been doing these for the last few weeks. Blondie mentioned that the exam for this wasn't until March! We were all under the impression that it was going to be December. Blondie had failed to tell us this, then he went on to say that we wouldn't be doing anymore work on this until nearer the time. (Shouldn't we be concentrating on the stuff we need to know for the exam that is looming - is granny missing something here? d'oh!)
The "B" fan club were in full glory this afternoon and when sitting behind them you could see little hearts floating out of the tops of their heads. Yes Blondie, no Blondie, any thing you say Blondie, let me kiss yer feet.
Granny wasn't happy today, she likes a good laugh and joke as the next woman, but with "B" he over steps the mark at times.
Today was one of those times. He seemed to think it rather funny to poke fun at a particular type of disability which was more prevalent in our era (Mr A's, B's and Granny's time).
I was not amused. Blondie would certainly benefit from a crash course in diversity training and I told him so, in no uncertain terms.
Later on during the afternoon, Blondie referred back to my reference about discrimination and he said that I had made him feel bad about what he had said - quite right too.
Chippy time - Our little group trotted off to Tommy's for tea. As I have mentioned previously, this is the highlight of our day. We have our own little table and treat it as our little sanctuary after a stressful day.
Now looking at Tommy ( I don't think thats his real name, he looks more like an Arnie to me) you wouldn't think that he could duff someone up - but you would be wrong.
Another of me bezzie mates was on the receiving end of a wallop. This poor chick had done nowt wrong but order sausage, chips and beans.
Next minute Arnie delivered a blow that would knock yer bollocks off. Maybe its some form of greeting, we are still not sure.
Me mate was in shock. Arnie was smiling - which was frightening in its self and then he sent a round of bread for us all to have with our tea. Then to add insult to injury, me mates sausage had a bit of a kink in it and was subject to ridicule - poor lad, he's never going to be the same again, bless him.
The evening session entailed completing a past test paper which is the actual type of exam we can expect in December - and not the extended trial balances as first thought.
"Shite"
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