Prof. CivPro Hires a Temp.
He’s like Prof. CivPro’s nicer, shorter, twin brother with the face of a young Harlan Williams. Our pseudo-celebrity substitute shed some light on pleaded complaints but more importantly . . . he stayed within his hour; possibly the first Baylor professor since the Carter administration to accomplish such a feat.
I don’t know if it’s my clothes, seat, or pathetic look of incontinence but professors love to call on me when I sit in room 236. No matter how many times I get called on, I’m always taken aback. I’m not a big hand raiser, and I have yet to say an intelligent thing upon my feet, but for some reason professors keep coming back and I keep eating obscene quantities of shit.
I’m the Socratic Method’s version of a Fat kid and my answers are the equivalent of a belly flop; amusing for everyone else, painful for the fat kid.
I did say the words “contract” and “certiorari”; Prof. Sub-CivPro seemed enamored.
Fortunately, after only a few short minutes he tied a tourniquet around my hemorrhaging wounds and the class proceeded painlessly thereafter.
Today June 20, 2006 is a big day for birthdays:
Lionel Richie is 66
Nicole Kidman is 39
John Goodman is 54
And most importantly:
Bradley Thomas is 22
posted by Jon Swanburg @ 12:03 AM
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5 Comments:
haha.........fat kids.
yaaay...you're awkward.
When using the phrase "look of incontinence," did you really mean a look hinting at your inability to retain bodily discharge voluntarily? For your (and others)' sakes, I would hope not.
... or it might be because you have a blog. Profs do read these things, you know.
As a matter of fact, that WAS the look I was hinting at. As a facial expression, it resembles a deer in headlights blended awkwardly with a slack jawed look of forgetfulness. Put the two together and I could be mistaken for one that craps the pants. I don’t actually crap my pants, but professors don’t know that.
Did Prof. Sub-CivPro have the initials R.R.?
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