Drama Queens

On Friday afternoon I had a big chat with my lecturer and you know it actually helped. I've been re-writing this assignment and it's hardly making me cry with frustration at all this time! Actually, it really is a lot better going this time around so I'm feeling totally relieved. My lecturer is really helpful, clearly an incredibly busy man with fifteen things on the boil at once, but always has time for a chat but I find him a little too... effusive. On Friday I walked into his office and he's all "OH, there she is! A ray of sunshine on a long dreary afternoon, look at that!" all with his arms waving and gushing and I have to say I felt pretty uncomfortable about it all. It's not that he's creepy, or I feel 'harassed' but just that that kind of effusive, unexpected display of emotion makes me feel uncomfortable in general. You know those people for whom normal, everday expressions of surprise upon meeting randomly, or shock upon learning something unexpected are not enough, but arms and body and the whole vocal range must be employed? Too much, put it away, it makes me feel awkward. I guess because if you don't match their enthusiasm you feel like you are being a grump, or deliberately non-reactive, but if you do match their enthusiasm you are just acting a part. Anyway, in this case I chose to just nod and smile and pull up a chair and start bemoaning my lack of understanding of the topic. It's hard for anyone to be effusive about the Zone of Proximal Development. Haha!