Sian

Playing Hooky

Because I can.  Because I'm just really not in the mood to put up with whatever it is that Professor Nostrils would be spouting, if I did go to class.  I'm on campus, of course.  I usually am, when I skip class. 

I got to class this morning, more or less at exactly the same time I do, every morning.  And, for whatever reason--probably the engineers in the hallways--the door had already been closed, and I just didn't feel like walking through it.  I didn't feel like hearing whatever it was that Nostrils was likely to say, if I did walk into that classroom.  Not that it's him.  He's abrasive every day, and we all love him for it.  But today... it's just not worth it.  Today, I have an A average, and another University-approved skip day left, so I'm not there.  If he were one of the great and powerful didoskaloi, I would be there, smiling and listening.  But, Didoskalos, he ain't, so I'm sitting here, in the computer, smiling, and frankly, missing my last Latin Prof. 

And I don't happen to want to sit and listen to every one else's disasterous translations for an entire hour.  I love Dr.  Nostrils.  He takes everything you hated about math class, and brings it to foreign language.  The sitting still.  The awareness that nobody else did their homework, and nobody in the entire class is remotely skilled enough to pull that off.  Do you know how long an hour really is?  There are two classes meeting at the same time, in the same classroom.  So, naturally, Nostrils assigns two separate passages, and hopes for the best.  The end result is that if Class A doesn't do their translation, Class B winds up sitting and listening to them dredge their way through it in class, and we never get around to anything remotely related to Class B.  I always seem to wind up in Class B.

Just wake me up when it's over.

As a stand-up comedian, he's great.  Really.  He takes the teeny tiny little problems that you have, and weaves them into some incredible gags.  Like the time one of the guys car was towed with his Latin translation in the passenger seat...  And the truth is that once we all get off on a tangent--if you can imagine 17 INTPs in the same room, with really very little restraint--it can be a blast.  Really.  It's loads of fun... it's just not really a Latin class.  That's sorta the thing.  As a stand-up comedian, he's great.  I'd buy tickets and take a friend.  As a teacher... he sucks ass.  As a human being... well, maybe in another couple hundred lives, he will be.

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