I had my last sock knitting class this morning. We did the toe and we learned the kitchner stitch. (did I spell that right? Probably not) Originally the last class was scheduled for today (Oct 9) but when the class schedule went up on the web site, Oct 2 was posted. Apparently the owner of the LYS put the wrong date on. But the dates were discussed in class and the instructor had previous plans for a Knit-out at the shore with a bunch of friends on the 2nd. So everyone agreed to coming in today for the last class. Two weeks ago, the instructor reminded us numerous times that the class was the 9th, not the 2nd. The website was never changed, it was supposed to be but the owner never got around to it. She’s got a lot on her plate, so it’s understandable.
So go to today in class. The one lady shows up and says that she thought the class was last week. So she showed up. Class started at 9:30am and the shop opens at 11am so there was nobody there. She then left and went home. Just as a side note, she lives in the same township as me and it’s probably only about 5 miles. So she didn’t travel far.
The instructor told us that she was going to call everybody and have us come in last Saturday since she didn’t go. The get-together was cancelled. One of the lady who organized the trip had been a few years in remission from breast cancer. Apparently at the beginning of the year she was having back problems went for tests and it turned out she had a tumor on her spine. The lady passed away last week and the funeral was this past Monday. It’s totally understandable that our instructor didn’t want to come in on a day she had originally had off and teach. Especially after a friend passed away.
For the first half of the class, the lady that showed up last Saturday kept saying how disappointed she was that there was no class last weekend. How she planned to go somewhere after the class last Saturday. How she was so anxious to finish her sock and how upset she was that she wasn’t going to get to finish it for a week. She told us that she was at home that afternoon just slamming pots and pans around when she was cooking because she upset that there was no class. This was all after the instructor told us about her friend.
I felt so embarrassed that this lady kept acting like showing up for the class and being there on the wrong day (despite being told numerous times that the class was on the 9th) was the worst thing that has happened to her. The instructor’s friend passed away and by the way she spoke, it was very hard on her.
Show a bit of compassion, huh?