So, one of my classes this semester is one called social change. Nothing too difficult; mostly theoretical. We'll read Weber, Foucault, Kafka...We're even reading American Psycho. But my professor...actually, technically he's not even a professor...my instructor is SO BURNT OUT.
Ohkay, ohkay...listen to me calling out burnouts...heh. Here's the story:
Today I'm sitting in class, taking notes or something and falling asleep with my eyes open as usual. Mr Burnt-out instructor is going on about Weber's Protestant Ethic and blah blah blah. No one in the class has read the text. Typical classroom situation.
Suddenly, someone asks him a question. It is at this point that Mr Burnt-out instructor goes into some crazy explanation that ends up being so general that it turns out to not even mean anything. He's straddling a backwards chair at this point, his arms laying across the back of the chair and he just says "Wait, that didn't make any sense at all...Help me...Can someone help me?" I am beaming at this point because this was just hilarious. But it gets better...he stands up, turns half way around (so he's not facing the class anymore), raises his arms in the air and says "HELP ME. JUST HELP ME. CAN SOMEONE HELP ME?"
THIS WAS AWESOME. The only way to describe how I felt at that moment is with the word "rolf." I was practically rolfing. But I also started to panic a little so I raised my hand to help the poor guy (I hadn't really read the text either but just general knowledge of Weber's theory could have answered this poor girl's question)...and I was practically jumping out of my seat ("pick me! pick me!") but he just turns to face the class and asks us a question about something else.
And now that I'm writing about it, I'm suddenly wondering if it really happened. I hope it did because that means there's more to come this semester.
Moral of the story: Drugs make you look like an asshole...but at least you're amusing.
--CalamityJane
hk_newbie said...
I guess it depends on the drug. The ganja is kinda depressing, no? He should try something that will release his cares in an explosive burst of ecstasy. I wonder what would do that?
That was kind of an existential moment, calamity. Good job in recognizing it for what it is. or was, rather.