覚悟

[stormsewer]

I got in trouble again today, quite big trouble, in fact, for something I've been doing virtually since I got here, that the Head Teacher knows damn well I've been doing, that suddenly became a heinous offense today. I'll spare you the grisly details. Unless you want the grisly details. But I feel like I've already surpassed my bitch quota for the month. If you guessed it has something to do with the DAMN STAMP, you get a gold star.

I'm trying to figure out how to respond to this. The only thing I can come up with is resignation. There was some bad blood today, and any semblance of a good working relationship between the Head Teacher and I is now gone, I think. In fact, I'm afraid he's going to be gunning for me now. (Like, more than before.)

In the immortal words of Gwen Stefani, "this shit is bananas."

I found the perfect word for him, though. "Prig: A person who demonstrates an exaggerated conformity or propriety, especially in an irritatingly arrogant or smug manner." I couldn't have written a better description myself.

Tomorrow I leave, and I won't be back until January 11th. That'll be nice...

Comments

[sweetevangeline.livejournal.com]

You got prig from my LJ. Don't lie. You did.

Anyway. I love the stamp. The stamp sends me into little mirthful giggles every single time it gets mentioned. Long live the stamp!

[stormsewer]

I swear by whatever it is hell-bound agnostics swear by that it wasn't actually that entry, though I did notice that. I did read it somewhere recently, though, and it's possible you inspired me to it. Seems like a word you would use a lot.

Yes, the stamp. To be honest, I had thought its potential as a comic gold mine had been exhausted, but the Head Teacher is continually showing me new, as yet untapped veins, and there is reason to believe that hilarity will ensue for a good time to come.

[sweetevangeline.livejournal.com]

I actually use it to describe myself most of the time, sadly. Well, this is new. When I lived in St. Louis, it was always other people. Anyway, yeah, it's just archaic enough that I would love it.

I would probably be pretty annoyed about the stamp. See, whenever they they try to make me do something ridiculous like that at work or whatever, I just ignore it. Seems like you don't have that option. I bet it's frustrating. Things like that make me grind my teeth in my sleep. But it's totally funny when it happens to you. :)

Read your lengthy email today. I was very, very interested, actually.