Educational

In all my studies there is nothing more disgusting than the lessons of oral consecutive interpreting.
This lessons, are teaches by an evil woman with a permanent climax, and serious problems of the psyche. She is far from being a professional in her business, can make a lot of mistakes, or give the text to translation with a bunch of mistakes, can flare up and expel all students from the classroom, and then act like the injured party here. And then walking around and tell the whole department that our group is full of shit.
And if the lessons themselves you can somehow survive, and forcing themselves to remain silent and not scandalize, then here's the preparation for them, these homework for a few hours - it's just a madhouse.
At the same time you can really work as a workhorse, record the hour of the text on the recorder, record synchronously, make all kinds of thesauruses and glossaries, in the end, she will not pay attention to how well you prepared, but she accentuates all attention to some minor detail and will devour your brain.
This happens every time. You prepare all night long, and the next day (her lessons begin the very first and since the morning) - you'll be swamped with shit early in the morning.
I always think about what can hell to it, my studies. Everything, I have no strength to endure it any more. Then I come, Cerberus seems not so terrible, and she again will ask for work for three hours, and I again hate her and everything in the world, my head hurts, I feel sick, all very disgusting and in general. Would give at least something useful, at least a cursive translation, no, news, be kind, news written by illiterate journalists.
I get up at four o'clock in the morning, then pore over translations of contracts (and I even fell in love with this case while writing a diploma), and then again contempt and discontent. Oooo! Why are for most useful and necessary items put the most vile bitch, well why?!?!?