I was extremely depressed today in class. Not many of my students noticed this though. Well, actually all of them noticed, but there were just two attending my lecture today, so that still counts as very few.
I had lunch with the person responsible for my suffering – Richard or ‘Dickhead’ as I started calling him. It suits him quite well I think. To be honest I didn’t plan on ever speaking to him again, like ever, but all other faculty members keep staring at me with a “I know what you did” or “You’ll be fired soon” look on their faces. Apart from a quite elderly physics professor who had more of a “You lucky duck” face when I approached his table. I prefer Dickhead’s company, even if I’m not speaking to him.
He, on the other, hand has no problem talking to me without stopping even for a second on the single topic of “how screwed I am going to be tomorrow”. Maybe the professor with the creepy smile wasn’t such a bad option. Richard kept making stupid jokes about how I should try sleeping with the chairman of the ethics committee or “at least try and bribe him… by sleeping with him”. For some reason he found himself to be quite hilarious and couldn’t stop giggling all the time. He finished his monologue full of (useless) advice by suggesting that I try praying, because it will definitely take a miracle to get me off the hook.
To be honest I’m not much of a believer, but if there is a God, I hope he’s willing to help.