Deep Questions post: 2,3,6,10,12,15, 19
2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?
not gonna lie, can’t entirely remember my most recent point of extreme anger. However! I do remember a recent (by that I mean it was like mid last year/ maybe the late the year before? I don’t really remember too much about the time just the event that happened)
Buckle down kiddies this is gonna be long.
okay so Ithe HSC (Higher school certificate, it’s basically the final exam for high school here in Australia, so super important) was closing in, so it was near enough for people to start stressing out about it but also far enough so that we could try to goof off whenever we could. SO to prepare for this really super big and “important” test I started to go to tutoring, and the centre I joined was rather large in it’s classes, so there would be a lot of students. I ended up going on Mondays, Thursdays and Saturdays. This takes place on Saturday, where I would have a math class at eleven in the morning (for like 2 hours I think?), and then stay there trying to study for about two or so hours before heading home. Now here’s where things get fun, and by fun I mean not fun at all (for me). So I’d take a break in the study room (which was just a classroom that was left open for the students to study in) and what was cool about that room was that it had glass in place of two of it’s walls, which meant more room for students to do working out on (the glass acted as a whiteboard).
So, in the study room I ws doing some work, and I don’t remember exactly, this isn’t part of the event but it was part of the build-up to it, but somehow the topic of a conversation I was having came to teachers, how some were good some were bad you know the usual junk. Now in high school I was bullied quite badly, how badly? Well when talking about it with one of my teachers from when the bullying was at it’s worst “it was the first time I’ve ever seen an entire class turn on one student” it wasn’t physical, thankfully, but still emotionally hurtful (yaayy). So this teacher in question, let’s call her Ms G, now Ms G was basically my first friend at high school, no matter her faults at teaching, she was there for me, if it was venting, if it was assholes in class that she’d sass into shape, she helped me and cared. More so than most students at the time.
As you can see I have an emotional attachment to Ms G, so maybe her teaching skills weren’t the best I can accept that, But you don’t dis her outright in front of me. Which is where the conversation went hairy, long story short, there was this asshole your 9 kid who thought he knew better than a senior who went to THE SAME GODDAMN SCHOOL AS HE DID, and decided it was the best option to drag on her, in front of me no less, even when I made it abundantly clear that I wasn’t comfortable with it and especially when I told him not to insult her so off-handedly in front of me. So as a normal functioning high school student, he did what anyone “normal” human being would have done, doing the thing I SPECIFICALLY TOLD NOT TO DO. So here is where things go bad, because I don’t outlet my anger it just bottle up, but it does this weird thing where my bottled up anger is brought back whenever a situation(or person) is brought up again. So this kid right goes around insulting the teacher like nobodies business and I am slowly getting more and more mad, bottled but still growing.
Then one day (just a note that these encounters were a weekly occurrence at “worst” bi-weekly at “best”) so one day I don’t remember why but I was goofing off with some friends in the study room seeing who could jump higher, something about hitting the low hanging room of the room with our heads. Some other classes were being dismissed at this time, so the corridor (I say that but it was more of the a main room that the study room was connected to, also something to note about the main room, it’s the first room you enter when you enter the tutoring centre) outside was filled with students, and family coming to collect them and pay their fees. Then the asshole walks passed our door, sees what were doing, and utters one sentence, one simple sentence, it wasn’t even a good insult by any means. Definitely not one of his worst, hell he and others had said worse, but at that moment, when he said those words in passing like it was an inside joke between friends. That he thought I would ever consider anyone like HIM anything less than a piece of shit on the side of the road let alone a friend to which have an inside joke with, and on top of that having one the people who helped me when others couldn’t be that joke was simply unacceptable.
What did he say? “Miss G could jump higher than that”
And remember all that bottled anger I mentioned? Well, those all broke at once. And if you saw inside out, this would have been the scene were anger took over and set the entire emotional base thing on fire. I stopped. instantly I ran after him, he had the sense of mind to try and get out of there, but he decide to play with this fire so it was time for him to feel the burn. Now as a general rule about things I will always go the passive route, I mean I was known for having a short temper, but that had to be triggered by someone else pushing me over. So people knew something was wrong when I grabbed him and pushed him against the nearest wall. There were parents there I mus remind, but this ape-faced ass needed to learn his lesson so I didn’t care. I Hollered right to his face
“Don’t you EVER FUCKING say her name again you PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!”
did I mention that a good portion of the students and running staff members were Islamic?
So after I gave him that fair warning I went back into the study room and just broke down crying. Because after the dry anger comes wet anger. The manager came up to me asking what the hell was going on. After explaining to him the situation he mad eme agree not to do anything like that again, and he had him apologise. But I wasn’t taking any of that kids shit, he was giving out half apologises and promises that I had him repeat it at least seven times before the manager said I was being too demanding.
Do I still feel the same way?
I honestly don’t know bexcause it was, in all honesty a re really childish thing to be upset about but I don’t regret doing it. I guess I still kinda do. For one main reason, I don’t get angry too often so if I do end up being angry then there is a very damn good reason for it. I just wish the teachers at school understoond that.
3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?
Bear Grylls? Nah, I how would I even get his number? Um, maybe my family to tell them what’s going on and to be hopeful of my survival. Also to tell them that the YuGiOh cards in my deck box and red tin are not to be sold at all. Also to pray for my survival.
6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?
I look for someone nearby to help me get the dog before telling them I have to go when we arrive at the scene. They get the glory and I get to keep my job!
10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?
yes
12.Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not?
Well, this one is a bit harder as I need context, If I can find the co-worker another job then I would help them with that. I doubt that I’d step down, I mean I would have worked hard to where I am, and I don’t think I’d readily throw my job away like that. But I would definitely try and help the employee.
15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?
internet. hours of entertainment and away for me to easily contact friends. Also a rich source of information. but mostly the contacting friends thing.
19.You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision?
well bugger my britches, how would I get in this situation in the first place? (I wouldn’t have the upper body strength to hold both of them) Well, I know my grandma would understand if I were let her go, what with her having lived her life and the newborn yet to have experience anything beyond the grip of my hands. I guess I’d save the newborn while apologising repeatedly to my grandmother about it since, I don’t know this kid and yet I’m saving them, over my family no less. I mean the burden would weigh down on my shoulders until someone reassures me that I did the “right thing” only for me to refute that if I was stronger I could have saved both.
now that I think about this, if it’s a newborn couldn’t I swing the arm holding the newborn up and save it, rest it on the ground next to me then use both hands to save grandma? This question is rigged!
