Today I was standing outside the Communications room, waiting for the teacher, as always. The Media Studies teacher was also there waiting, and Mark or someone mentioned to him that it would be at least five minutes until the teacher showed up. It was, of course, less than five minutes until class at this time.
Two minutes before class started, there was a teacher there. Obviously not our normal teacher, because him being on time is impossible, let alone being early. And so, it was a substitute day. Which actually worked out fine, because I got to play with the DVD yearbook program. Probably all for naught though, as it probably won't be sold this year anyway, because our class is full of… lovely, lovely people.
The Media Studies teacher asks if any of us knows about video editing, iMovie stuff. He asked some question about clips and joining them back together if you've already made a cut. I explained to him what he had to do, but he looked confused. The substitute teacher opened the door and let us in, so I opened up iMovie to show him what I meant.
And what does he do? He gets Kenny to go to his room and show him. Umm, hello? I just told you what to do. I was just going to show you right here.
And you know, I don't want to sound whiny, but I distinctly got the feeling that he asked Kenny and not me because I am a girl. Which obviously means I know shit-all about computers. Yeah. Me. Shit-all.
Fine. Ask the person who has zero movies edited for the DVD yearbook. Go right ahead. Yeah.
And I was so excited about university. It was going to be so cool, I'm going to be one of very few girls there doing Computer Science, and I think I'll probably do it better than most of the guys. And even if I can't, I've learned I can fake it well. I don't think I'm as smart as I'm cracked up to be, I'm just awful good at pretending I am, and that is what counts.
Anyway, it's something I never thought about. The hostility. I'm sure I'll feel it.
Fuck.