Big Mistake

There are few things that will send my blood pressure skyrocketing, and two of them happened in class today. One, someone telling me I am making assumptions, and two, someone insulting my intelligence.

I was so livid I saw spots and it was sheer force of will that kept me in my seat and not flying across the aisle, to the other side of the room to choke the shit out of the asshole who dared to open his mouth and spout some stupid nonsense in my direction. He does not know me, he, clearly, has NO idea who he has engaged in verbal combat.

Someone should have warned him that I am one woman with whom one does not fuck.

I put up with a lot of shit in my life, and only if I think there is something invested. Which explains why I put up with so much of it from mr horrible for fourteen years. However, if that is not the case, why I should even entertain it? Just expect to get told to your face that you have, indeed, fucked up.

Today’s perp decided to interrupt the professor to ask what at first seemed a pertinent question. When that train of thought derailed into this perp straight out accusing the professor of making things up only because the perp had cause to doubt, I became concerned. I have a great deal of respect for the professor, he is a subject matter expert and has managed to take what is usually an abhorrent topic for me and make me care about it and want to learn more.

Perhaps I took his attack on the prof a great deal more personal that I should have, but this guy isn’t the world’s authority on much and today wasn’t the first time he’s come out the side of his mouth to say something idiotic.

However, thanks to the professor very diplomatically entertaining this guy’s rant, it was encroaching 20+ minutes of lecture time that had been devoted to what equated to a debate on the use of a term to describe something unrelated to the class topic.

I am all for intellectual debates. This was not one of them.

It had nothing to do with the lecture, and I was just done with the tangent which no one else was contributing to. It was this one guy and his big fat mouth arguing with the professor. I’d about had it. So I point blank asked him if he was a fan of the topic and is that why he was arguing so vehemently about it?

That’s when he made his first mistake. His reply was to tell me that I was making an assumption.

To which I replied “How is it an assumption if I am extrapolating my conclusion from the fact that you have devoted what is now going on over twenty minutes of class time to argue the points of the semantic use of a word that has little to almost nothing to do with the context in which the word was used, which was this portion of the class discussion?”

“You are the only the only arguing about it, and despite the professor already telling you that he has data to back up his statement which he is happy to share with you after class, and that if he is in fact incorrect he will be happy to make that admittance, but that in this case he is 99.99% sure that he is correct, you are still loudly talking about it. What about that is an assumption? Are you or are you not wasting class time? Are you or are you not arguing with the professor? And are you not engaging in a strong discussion that requires you to raise your voice and accuse a professor of lying about a subject that is more suited to a Chemistry class, which this is not?”

Then he went and inserted his foot in his mouth by replying that it wasn’t that, but rather that I didn’t know what I was talking about regarding the topic that he was arguing. Really? OMG. He went there? Oh, I was done, and I believe the rest of the class, including the professor, knew that I was done because nothing further was said. There was nothing further to be said. My tone and my face clearly indicated that I held him in the same regard that I hold a cockroach, and that were it not against school rules to do so, I would have punched him in the face.

The class continued immediately after that point, and I know that I shocked some because no one wanted to touch that topic again, and later on I heard him recant something probably because he Googled something on his phone during the remainder of the lecture and realized that he was wrong all along. I didn’t care. I had nothing further to add.

I have never been so pissed. I wanted to walk out of the class because I was so disgusted with what had transpired. After the class ended and the professor dismissed us, as I packed up my books, this fool came up to me wanting to apologize.

I looked him in his face and told him that what happened was NOT OKAY, I didn’t want his apology,  I didn’t even want to look at him I was so pissed off. “Don’t EVER tell me that I don’t know something and don’t ever freaking tell me that I am assuming anything, especially when you are wrong.” He quickly backed up and skulked back to the other side of the room. I picked up my bag and stormed out.

Thinking back on the incident I am glad that I said what I did.

Too often people think that it’s okay to accept an apology when it’s given.

I refuse to give anyone, man or woman, a free pass after they have clearly insulted me. It doesn’t help matters that I happen to know that he thinks I am way younger than him. I also happen to know that he believes that he has more life experience.

This little man-child doesn’t know that I have ten years on him and that I’ve done more and seen more in my life than he could ever hope to. This little man-child doesn’t realize that this isn’t my first time at the rodeo. How dare he? I hope he takes his little soapbox and his lame apology and shoves it up his ass.

Homey don’t play that.