Ask a silly question, get a silly answer

[ciroccoj]

So, this morning I asked the universe Whyyyy do I have to have 4.5 hours with a man who could make growing grass seem mesmerizing in comparison to his lecturing?

Answer: because Whoever is in charge wanted to give me something to occupy my mind while I waited for 1.75 hours at the doctor's waiting room with the kids. And that something was "What's worse: spending 4.5 hours with MBPU, or 1.75 hours in a doctor's waiting room with two little boys? Discuss."

To be honest, I still haven't decided.

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[animaltalker.livejournal.com]

When my stepson was about 6, I had to get an emission test done on the truck. I had picked him up after school always a fidgity time for him. We sat in the truck for about 2 hours, as the line crept slowly forward. Had I known how long it would take I would have brought something to entertain him with, but I had nothing and Clark is ADHD. Fortunately his Dad and I had endowed the Jeep with a personality. We would talk for the truck, as we often did for our two cats (and still do for our dogs and the new cats). jeep and Clark carried on a conversation and we made up stories about the birds who were scrounding for food in the parking lot of the face food lot near the emissions test center.

Actually , when I look back on it, Clark told Jeep some of his deepest darkest secrets, Jeep was like this amazing therapy tool.

I will say this, I hope my students never saddle me with the MBPU title.

[snarkhunter.livejournal.com]

*meep*

That's...wow.

Can there be a tie?

I've decided Jim wins cause

[animaltalker.livejournal.com]

she has to do the 4.5 hours repeatedly, it's like chinese water torture. We need to teach her some sort of zen thing where she can be like writing fan fiction in her mind and appearing to be paying attention.

Actually, my husband has these weekly phone conferences on a project he took over for somone and he multitasks while he's on the phone and sort of throws in the appropriate (he hopes) yes, thats sounds OK with me sort of responses and once in a while they say Bill will you coordinate with Randy on that, and he'll answer "'sure" and wonder what the heck did I agree to? So it can backfire.

When I was in grad school we had this one technician who taught a speciality course on NMR. Charlie had printed notes you could buy at Kinkos (this was way back in the ealy 80s and that was a novelty back then). I didn't buy them and everyone in class asked why. I told them Charlie talks so slowly I need to take notes to stay awake!

We had another professor who had the lab next to us. he was a very nice guy and he taught my favorite class Inorganic chemistry. Rick was so bad he could have read an x-rated novel and made it sound like a phone book!

having been an undergraduate for 4 years and a graduate studenet 7 years I actually have a few horror stories about teachers but not as many as you'd think, especially considering how many math and science classes I took.