- The BO? She is intense. Last night I had to dab perfume on my wrists, hold them conspicuously in front of my face all night, and simultaneous concentrate on retaining the information and breathing through my mouth. Also, guy who has mastered the Silent-But-Deadly fart in the row ahead of me? Kudos, brother; but you're killin' me.
- Perhaps the moment when the professor was giving an example of coercive power, and yelled at the class to stand up? And she spotted a guy in the back row not standing, and she pointed at him and bellowed, "You! Get up! Why aren't you standing?!" And another student quietly informed her that he was physically unable to stand, what with that pesky wheelchair and all.
- Or, when, with fifteen minutes left in class, a woman in the front row (who had the distinction of talking more than me this round) shouted out: "Hey! Weren't we supposed to have a quiz tonight?" I am surprised texts didn't fly at her head; the collective groan was deafening.
At one point, our instructor asked for an example of empathy. A man in the corner raised his hand and began," When my mother died in the earthquake in Haiti..." You could have heard a pin drop. I spent the rest of the class sending him psychic hugs.
Three weeks in, and nary a dull moment. I'll take it, business school. I just wish it smelled more like roses.
Meanwhile, do you remember this dude?
He's like, 15 now or something.
3 comments:
Oh. My. God. I am cracking up! thank you so much for this. seriously, dying laughing!
Also, who is that cute little boy? We want to see pictures of your little baby!
LOL, oh how I miss school! Where are you taking classes? My hubs is starting to shop around for his Masters now too.
I've been laughing about the plumber's crack story all week... to myself most of the time so I probably look like a crazy person. I'm glad you are loving school.
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