I saw an item on the news a while ago about a website where students can log on and rate their teachers.  Years ago, I dated an English teacher at the school mentioned in the news story, and of course, my Ex from the 7 year realtionship is a teacher.  So first chance I got, I pointed my browser in that direction.  
Seven-year Ex was not listed.  Apparently, www.ratemyteacher.com hasn't caught on with the students at his school.  But the English Teacher had many, many ratings.  Here's the synopsis:  If you suck up to him, you're in; he doesn't explain things well; he spits when he talks, so sitting in the front row can be a real problem.
There was no mention of the fact that I consider to be the oddest:  he's aging in reverse.  I mean, really aging in reverse.  Like, of the "made a pact with Satan and drink the blood of virgins" aging in reverse.  After I hadn't seen him for a few years, I cruised him.  And only recognized him after he noticed and approached.  I got together with him for  dinner, and an evening with the new, improved, self-assertive, self-confident, direct rather than passive aggressive me was enough to get him to leave me alone.  
A few weeks ago, he sat behind Diabolique and I when we saw Les Troyens at the Met.  I got a chance to observe him under good  lighting in the lobby.  What's different?  No longer unkempt, wearing clothes he found at the Y ("It's a really nice shirt, I think!").  He now dyes not only his hair, but also his goatee.  He's lost weight, and his body is toned and firm.  All of which I support.  So I guess I have nothing on him.  
Except he really should do something about the spitting.
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