Apparently someone tattled on my massage instructor after he decided that a good use of class time last week was for everyone to go to dinner and then to a movie that I had no desire to see (which I categorically refused to do and was immediately branded the class party pooper... again.)
Last night as I walked into class, he looked utterly dejected. He started out by saying, "We can't go on any more field trips. We have to stay at class the entire class period. The owner of the school found out about the movie."
While everyone else was upset, wanting to know who had told, I was in the corner pumping my fist in the air, screaming, "YES, YES, YES! BOO YA, BABY! You totally got ratted out!"
Ok, so it wasn't actually out loud, just in my head..
As if that wasn't good enough, they also brought in another teacher who will be teaching one time a week. As in someone who will actually stay in the room to tell you what you're doing right and what you're doing wrong. Imagine that.
I already love her.