Not Thinking Anymore

Ms. Umbridge

All the names have been changed for the safety of the author.

Nothing mentioned below is an exaggeration but raw truth. Any questions, sympathies and condolences are welcomed in the comments. :)

Enjoy reading
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I do not particularly like the faculty of my college but there is this one woman who I just cannot stand.
Ms Umbridge, she is the cause of half of my anxiety. Every student in the world has this one teacher who he hates with all heart. Well, Umbridge is mine ( and probably of the rest of the college too).

There are not 1 or 2 events that made me loathe her, she is a constant pain in the ass. So this chapter is to release my pent up frustration, I am sharing some of my collisions with the devil herself. You may deem that I am basically bitching about her but why not if she can come in my nightmares then I surely can bitch about her.

Umbridge is this thin, average height, stiff woman who when walks, sheds authority and demands respect. There are in total three expressions, she has reserved for students. One is a frowning face which will make you feel that your mere existence is troublesome for the lady. Next is the sarcastic look with a subtle smile, which will confuse you whether she is roasting you or praising you or looking down upon you. Lastly is the cold look. Trust me, it's the most dangerous one. A single glare from her grey eyes will make you do things which you thought were impossible.

You know the feeling when you are waiting for your impending doom and every second your heart is sinking, that exact feeling I had for a straight month. Umbridge is a clinical instructor of cardiac units, where we were posted for a full month. The entire posting, the only thing she did was roasted and humiliated us. Like it is her mission to crush every gram of self-confidence we had.

The very first day, she pointed out my colleague's shoes (mind it, not mine but still, it's necessary for her to give the daily dose). Imagine two girls with hands at their back, heads bowed down and getting the scolding of a lifetime. Residents are watching, the staff is watching, patients are watching, the sanitary staff is watching, but she has to make a spectacle out of us.

" I am surprised, when you girls go out for your outing, how well dress you are in your heels and makeup ", contempt dripping from her voice. Please, please for the sake of the god, not here, not this.

" But you can't dress properly for the hospital. No respect for the uniform and code of conduct. No regard for the rules and time and for your profession". Where the hell did our profession came in between?

Never ever, ever answer back, just listen and ignore but don't answer back. My poor friend didn't know that and she dared to explain, " Ma'am, I just bought these and they were new so I didn't think they required polishing."

I would have head palmed myself if I could. Umbridge's eyes got darker and her glare shifted from her to me. "Are these shoes seem polished to you". Why, god why, sorry my friend but I have my own ass to save, " No ma'am", was my meek reply.

For good 30 min, she ranted about discipline, respect, profession, good habits and whatnot. Finally, when I thought she was over, viva questions started firing. She was covering basic anatomy and physiology of the heart. " How many pulmonary veins does the heart have?"

Easy peasy lemon squeazy. A confident "4" came from both of us.
Immediately that glare was back.

"How many did you say?"

A less confident "4".

She scoffed and told the sister sitting beside her, " ma'am look, cardiac posting and they don't even know the basic anatomy".