Khaki Shorts: I stayed home all night trying to get the reading done for his class, but 200 pages is just ridiculous. I couldn't do it. I'm not even sure if I'm ready for mock trial today.
Khaki Pants: Are you defense or prosecution?
Shorts: Prosecution.
Pants: Yeah, I heard he was pissed off about none of us coming to class that Thursday so he assigned a ton of reading.
Shorts: When I was an undergrad here, I took this 17th or 18th century American lit. class and our professor did the weirdest shit. Once he didn't give us our tests back because his Siamese cat took a piss all over them. Another time, he walked into class, looked at all of us and said No, man, I can't do this. I'm too high. Class is canceled. He's that guy over there. (We all look, though I am more subtle in my gaze and find that, despite also being in the English department, I do not know the man he's referring to, strangely enough.)
Pants laughs and says: That's awesome.
Shorts: So when they kick me out of law school, which they will inevitably do, I'm just heading over to the English department.
Aaah, the future of the English department. God help us.
If you're curious, the man he pointed at bore a strange resemblance to this familiar face:
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Oh my. The conversations we overhear, huh? I hear so many things in public places that make me cringe... especially conversations between elementary age kids and their parents. Sometimes I wonder who the parent is! LOL
ReplyDeleteWow. I don't know which is better, the story about the prof or the fact that law students can't read a 200 page assignment.
ReplyDeleteW. O. W. Hilarious! I'm with Sue - 200 pages for escuela is like nothing!
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