There is a reason I’m not more helpful. I had a temporary lapse of judgement last week when another woman in my class was struggling with an assignment and emailed for help. I thought to myself, “You know, I actually understood the majority of this assignment. Maybe I can offer some assistance.” I responded to her email.
That was my first mistake.
She emailed back asking if I had completed the assignment. I said that I had, seeing as it was due the day before. She said that she was having a hard time and asked to see what I had done. Hell no, lady. I didn’t spend five hours on the thing only to hand it over for someone else to copy. Screw that. I told her that I didn’t feel comfortable with that but could answer her questions. I helped her as best I could and that was that.
She emailed me another assignment she had done and asked if I could help explain her errors to her or just fix it myself. Reluctantly, I sent her some feedback, though I really don’t understand where she was going with it. I just know I’m going to get more questions from her. I just want to yell, “Hey! I may seem like I know what I’m doing, but really I barely have a grasp on this accounting crap. LEAVE ME ALONE!” But I can’t do that. I’m too outwardly nice. I am always annoyed by my niceness and really need to stop. Embrace your true lonerness, Teri!
In more aerobic news, Tim’s BF got him a Wii Fit for his birthday. We had a blast trying it out last night. With it, I have discovered my hidden talent! I think everyone has one, and it’s nice to finally know what mine is: the hula hoop. I might not be so stellar at deflecting soccer balls with my head or ski slaloming, but I am a veritable hula hoop beast.
Tim: “I wish you could see your ass. Forget dancing, Teri. Just go to a night club and hula hoop.”
Teri: “Thanks… I think.”