A rejected title was “Big Pet Rag” you know like the Rockapella song “Big Wet Rag”.
I was thinking about that annoying guy in my class. Let’s call this guy Loud Kiddington like the Histeria character, or Kiddington for short in the blog entry. In the spirit of how this guy tells stories IRL. You know how in Histeria when Loud Kiddington yells things.
I remember the first time I met Kiddington and the teacher it was back in August of 2015. The teacher since I had only known this lady for a day I could not peg her much. The only thing I could really pick up on was neurosis. She told us this story about when she was in college about having to make good grades and putting enormous pressure on herself to have a really high GPA. I remember when everybody was introducing ourselves she was already fawning over him talking about how very cat-like he is. She was all like “Kiddington tell your story!” and then told us “You have to hear his story!” I think she feels sorry for him because he is very accident prone or something like that. I just remember thinking something didn’t sit right with me when I met him. Them combined are as much trouble as Double Trouble except they don’t sound like Jack Nicholson. *sings the Double Trouble jingle* ♫Double Trouble Trouble ♫
When I called something out during class discussion she shot me a dirty look. She loved call outs though. Just not from me for some reason. By that time I think she seemed to favored boisterous students more. That was like the 2nd or 3rd class session. I knew I did not want to be in a class with Kiddington. I really hoped that he could not add the class because he needed a special form to add it. He kept trying to add it online, but couldn’t for some reason. But then he did and I was like “Damn!” and “Oh Shit!”.
It was all the special treatment he got. She would just let him continually come into class late. Really late like 50 minutes into an 80 minute class. I think she just loved to hear his long “interesting” stories which ate up a lot of class time. She pretty much let him do whatever he wanted and did not scold him for it.
She cut off my story, but let him come in late and tell his story for the rest of the class period. It was the same one he told the first time I met him. I think she just loves to hear that story.
I remember another time when she declared Kiddington is “theater”! Ok then! It’s sort of disheartening to hear something like that. Her declaring that spoke volumes to the class as a whole. Or at least to me it did.
I was thinking if I was just jealous of the special treatment he got from the teacher. I thought really hard about this. And my answer was “possibly…”. I find this guy immature and annoying. Even if he didn’t get the special treatment.
All the strange things he did and said.
He was very into aliens and conspiracy theories like Buster Baxter, but way more annoying. He would always say about how society is so corrupt. He kept wanting his classmates to give him back massages, and have a massage line. I don’t really like people touching me especially my hair without permission. I guess I’m weird like that.
I remember one time he told this story about that he like to go where his friend worked at the mall and play pranks on him.
I remember one time he was playing with his feet. He was trying to do a one footed spin. That guy almost tripped me trying to do that while I was standing next to him. He was always so fidgety in a hyper way.
I have to say the moment I lost it was when he kept snapchatting in class and wasting a lot of time. And she would not really tell him anything. I was not in her class I was in professor Kiddington’s class essentially, and pretty much all my respect for her flew out the door that day.
Once any class dynamic changes you gotta get your ass outta there because you know it’s not going to end well. It was sort of like the old guy in my writing class. Except that was more of my classmates doing than the teacher’s. They put him on a pedestal. With Kiddington it was all her.
I think according to this article I’m the daydreamer PNFI. Totoro got pissed off. http://wambly.weebly.com/the-24-infp-subtypes.html
I thought I could try to make it work; look at the class from a different perspective. Instead I just spent a month in there being pissed off. After the snapchat incident I should have dropped that class like a hot potato.
I was reading over her class rules on the syllabus and kept saying to myself “What a FUCKING JOKE!” I’ll confiscate your phone in class. No fucking way if your name is Kiddington!
Remember when my internet went out that one weekend and I had to work on my Poli Sci paper? I figured if the internet didn’t come back by Sunday night. I was ready to cut class to write the paper that’s how much I did not want to go. I really wanted to make that excuse.
People say about taking drama and improv classes to make you less shy and improve self esteem, but after this class I feel worse. I feel more self conscious and more reserved.
Maybe that was all that I needed was to get upset so I can save up the money to go to the hobbyist education program. Because cheap and local did not work at all!