So I swaggered down to the lecture, knowing I had a meeting with the rest of my course "buddies" with the new head of Faculty.
My heart sank as I came into that room as it was the one lecturer I have not got on with since my first day at University. As he declared with his shit-eating grin that "I am your new boss" and then talked some more, my facepalm urge was getting more and more.
Anyway, he then asked "would anyone be interested in meeting some Graduates from here who have actually succeeded in life?" and to which everyone bar me put their hand up. What a loaded question.
He looked at me, and singled out my response.
"Well looks like someone will be on welfare here" he smirked.
"[Lecturer's name]" I replied
"I know you've waited for years to get this promotion, and I've waited all Summer to speak to you. It's only fair that I give you the chance to piss away your promotion, and you've done it. There's a complaints system, and combined with unfair treatment towards me on your part, I will be making a complaint. Get bent."
I stayed the rest of the lecture and people actually moved away from me. It all came out as a garbled rush, but I think I got the message across.
I now have to go see him at 4:30pm today. Seriously. Is this world built for Students who sit there and nod, accepting everything as Gospel? I can't wait to be done here. Panama?