There’s One in Every Class
Someone who just doesn’t “get it”. Someone who causes the whole class to circle the airport while she taxis down the airway, pausing at every crack in the tarmac. Someone who meanders off topic to share interesting (to her) anecdotes about subjects unrelated to the class material. Someone who has to ask that one last question five minutes before class ends, that one question that ends up taking twenty minutes for the instructor to answer before dismissing everyone else.
This QuickBooks class was no exception and, while the gabby woman sitting next to me filled the role nicely this time around, I found myself less frustrated with her than I might have been at any other time in my academic history.
At this point in my life, I think I’m just happy that I’m not that Someone.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I was plenty frustrated; I just realize that, you know; there but for the grace of God go I.
Besides, I give it another ten years before I am that Someone. Ten years, tops.