such is life
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mayoraaseiAfter hearing about this, we (that's Jenny, Carmen and I) went to visit Mr Jones last Wednesday.
Afterwards we mused how funny it was that we still refer to him as Mr Jones, never Bruce Jones.
He was in class when we got there, and we loitered around the office, enduring the year 8's suspicious looks. Ah, juniors.
We went up to the science labs to find Foley, who I suspect didn't recognise us. Oh, she was adept at making conversation, talking about her trip down the Yangtze River (or was it another river?) during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the firecrackers and fireworks, asking us how we were doing, what we were doing...but it was so evasive and non-committal that I wished she had the sincerity to admit she forgot us.
Then we went to English to find Brauner and Vickers. Vickers got promoted to deputy at Sydney Girls!!! ARGH!!! No wonder NSG sucks now ==; She pretty much ran the English department to perfection ToT
Brauner was friendly. Obviously he doesn't know me or Carmen, but at least he knew bits of trivia about Jenny that only he remembers, and his justification: because it was un-Jenny-like =0=;
Finally, the bell went, and we were carried forth by the tide of stampeding juniors back to the front office, where we loitered some more outside Jonesy's office until he strode in, still his same self-assured measured strides. He asked us to give him a minute as he poked his head into the staff toilet for a second...
We filed into his office and stood to attention, then laughed because it felt like high school all over again.
Jenny held up a bunch of flowers we bought for him, and as soon as he opened his mouth to say, "Thank you," she said, "We'll only give them to you if you remember our names."
He gave us a pained look and rubbed his eyes and said, "I don't even remember what day it is." It was so depressing that Jenny quickly put the flower down at his table. He thought Jenny was from class of 04 (or 02?), my last name was Yu and Carmen's was Luc, and rubbed his eyes again when he got them wrong. He said after he got out of hospital he had to relearn everyone's names again, which was a bit depressing =(
He asked each of us what we were doing. Jenny said a lot of big words and then ummed and ahhed a lot, until he scowled and said, "What?" To which she replied, "Yes," and nodded self-satisfiedly until he gave a long-suffering sigh and turned to us.
He grilled me on immunology, which was a bit evil, since even my immunology lecturers don't grill me on immunology =P Then he gave the standard "huh?" response to Carmen's "I'm doing bioinformatics".
After all this, he sighed again and said, "Neither of you can tell me what you're doing, and you there can't tell me anything useful!"
Then he recalled how Jenny used to terrorise him by telling him that canteen food is bad for him, and it seemed like an...unsavoury memory, as he rubbed his eyes a lot and sighed and kept giving a helpless "oh god, these people have been unleashed to the world" laugh. Especially when Jenny told him that she makes everyone in her office sing the umbrella song with her in the mornings, and that she runs up and down the stairs making weird "wheehee" noises.
He then picked up our flowers and mused that they were nice, and said, "They're carnations, aren't they?" At our "yes, if you say so" looks, he sighed and rolled his eyes and looked generally resigned. Then he pointed to a vase of roses behind him and looked really proud as he told us how he had gotten them out of someone's locker, the roses from one and the vase from another. "They look real, don't they? Everyone thinks they're real, but they're not." We nodded that indeed they look real, and indeed they do.
He caught sight of my hat (imprinted Washington D.C.) and asked if I went to America, which I did. He then divulged a lot of opinions about toilets in international airport. Such as the ones in New York were very clean (really?), the LA ones were disgusting (yes, they are), Seattle was spotless, and one should go to the Donald Trump building to satiate a lifetime's worth of tasteless opulence. He also recommended the Rockefeller centre for tasteful opulence, which surely is an oxymoron.
After about an hour, he said he needed to get back to work on timetables. And we all sighed that some things just don't change.
PS: The scar isn't so deep any more, and it's now a faint indented pink line. He complains about his short(ened) hair, but it looks perfectly normal to me >_>;
Afterwards we mused how funny it was that we still refer to him as Mr Jones, never Bruce Jones.
He was in class when we got there, and we loitered around the office, enduring the year 8's suspicious looks. Ah, juniors.
We went up to the science labs to find Foley, who I suspect didn't recognise us. Oh, she was adept at making conversation, talking about her trip down the Yangtze River (or was it another river?) during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the firecrackers and fireworks, asking us how we were doing, what we were doing...but it was so evasive and non-committal that I wished she had the sincerity to admit she forgot us.
Then we went to English to find Brauner and Vickers. Vickers got promoted to deputy at Sydney Girls!!! ARGH!!! No wonder NSG sucks now ==; She pretty much ran the English department to perfection ToT
Brauner was friendly. Obviously he doesn't know me or Carmen, but at least he knew bits of trivia about Jenny that only he remembers, and his justification: because it was un-Jenny-like =0=;
Finally, the bell went, and we were carried forth by the tide of stampeding juniors back to the front office, where we loitered some more outside Jonesy's office until he strode in, still his same self-assured measured strides. He asked us to give him a minute as he poked his head into the staff toilet for a second...
We filed into his office and stood to attention, then laughed because it felt like high school all over again.
Jenny held up a bunch of flowers we bought for him, and as soon as he opened his mouth to say, "Thank you," she said, "We'll only give them to you if you remember our names."
He gave us a pained look and rubbed his eyes and said, "I don't even remember what day it is." It was so depressing that Jenny quickly put the flower down at his table. He thought Jenny was from class of 04 (or 02?), my last name was Yu and Carmen's was Luc, and rubbed his eyes again when he got them wrong. He said after he got out of hospital he had to relearn everyone's names again, which was a bit depressing =(
He asked each of us what we were doing. Jenny said a lot of big words and then ummed and ahhed a lot, until he scowled and said, "What?" To which she replied, "Yes," and nodded self-satisfiedly until he gave a long-suffering sigh and turned to us.
He grilled me on immunology, which was a bit evil, since even my immunology lecturers don't grill me on immunology =P Then he gave the standard "huh?" response to Carmen's "I'm doing bioinformatics".
After all this, he sighed again and said, "Neither of you can tell me what you're doing, and you there can't tell me anything useful!"
Then he recalled how Jenny used to terrorise him by telling him that canteen food is bad for him, and it seemed like an...unsavoury memory, as he rubbed his eyes a lot and sighed and kept giving a helpless "oh god, these people have been unleashed to the world" laugh. Especially when Jenny told him that she makes everyone in her office sing the umbrella song with her in the mornings, and that she runs up and down the stairs making weird "wheehee" noises.
He then picked up our flowers and mused that they were nice, and said, "They're carnations, aren't they?" At our "yes, if you say so" looks, he sighed and rolled his eyes and looked generally resigned. Then he pointed to a vase of roses behind him and looked really proud as he told us how he had gotten them out of someone's locker, the roses from one and the vase from another. "They look real, don't they? Everyone thinks they're real, but they're not." We nodded that indeed they look real, and indeed they do.
He caught sight of my hat (imprinted Washington D.C.) and asked if I went to America, which I did. He then divulged a lot of opinions about toilets in international airport. Such as the ones in New York were very clean (really?), the LA ones were disgusting (yes, they are), Seattle was spotless, and one should go to the Donald Trump building to satiate a lifetime's worth of tasteless opulence. He also recommended the Rockefeller centre for tasteful opulence, which surely is an oxymoron.
After about an hour, he said he needed to get back to work on timetables. And we all sighed that some things just don't change.
PS: The scar isn't so deep any more, and it's now a faint indented pink line. He complains about his short(ened) hair, but it looks perfectly normal to me >_>;
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Date: 2007-02-26 07:17 am (UTC)..o_O you posted this from my office, hehe; it's a location.. *squees*
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Date: 2007-02-26 09:45 pm (UTC)it was us i tell ya!!