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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

I am actually fine

"Hi," I say, poking my head around Fabulously Gay Tutor's door.

There it is, on the desk, the pile of crap I sent to him on Sunday night whilst high on coffee and raspberry ice lollies.

"Sit down," he says, rubbing his bald head.

He gets up and paces angrily near the window.

I watch him for a few moments, for this is what we do.

Eventually, he sits down opposite me and slides the essay towards me. "I think this is fine."

"How fine?" I say obsessively.

He eyes me. "You know I can't say..."

"Mmm..." I flick my eyes to the essay and back again.

"... But the kind of fine you'll be happy with." He says, crinkling his eyes.

"Fine like my other essay?" I say, referring to the Essay Which Got a Distinction.

"Yep," he says shortly.

"Ooooh," I say, and he immediately shushes me.

"Right, thanks then," I saw. Awkward. Do I leave now? "Thanks for this," I say, standing.

"Are you alright?" he says suddenly. I am bemused. Surely he does not show signs of emotions?

I feel my lip tremble. Oh shit Billygean. No don't do that. Damn the revision. Damn that associate grades with emotional self worth! DAMN THE CONTRACEPTIVE PILL!

"I'm fine," I squeak. Shit my whole face is trembling.

Fabulously Gay Tutor awkwardly pats the table, in a gesture of sympathy we both know he is not quite capable of.

"I'll go now," I say, horribly embarrassed, and scurry out of the room.

Once out in the cool law corridor, I lean my head against the wall. "You IDIOT," I say.

"I heard that," he says from his room.

Bollocks.

Labels: law

by billygean.co.uk at 10:03 PM |