Exams = More Procrastination = Two Posts In A Week
I have a very bad habit of putting my foot in my mouth. My social rationality seems to vanish for entire days, sometimes weeks, and in that time I think it's appropriate/ timely/HILARIOUS to say things that just aren't. You see, my intentions are good, to make people laugh, but my follow through...let's just say my accuracy rating isn't that high.
I can remember being in elementary school, over for dinner at a friends. Dinner was slow, no one was talking, it was awkward. I decided to talk about the name Richard, how gay is that?! Only hairdressers are named Richard- Well, hairdressers and my friend's dad. Okay, I was one for two.
I give away surprises, I often lack tact, and I've spent many a moment laughing to my jokes alone. But yesterday, reparation arrived in my english class in the form of a student (that, thank God, wasn't me).
We've been reading Fight Club in class and yesterday we were talking about masculinity. Someone claimed that violence is innately part of masculinity, while another student disagreed.
"No, I don't think that's true. I mean, the whole point of Fight Club was that all these men had never been in a fight, that they wanted to rough up their bodies and "hit rock bottom". Personally, I've never been in a fight in my life, never punched anyone."
My jolly Irish prof began to chuckle, "Well," he said, "I've been punched in the face a few times before..."
And then that same student said without a moment to pause, think, or SAY THE SENTENCE ONCE IN HIS HEAD AS A TEST:
"Well, I meant people who aren't Irish."
I can remember being in elementary school, over for dinner at a friends. Dinner was slow, no one was talking, it was awkward. I decided to talk about the name Richard, how gay is that?! Only hairdressers are named Richard- Well, hairdressers and my friend's dad. Okay, I was one for two.
I give away surprises, I often lack tact, and I've spent many a moment laughing to my jokes alone. But yesterday, reparation arrived in my english class in the form of a student (that, thank God, wasn't me).
We've been reading Fight Club in class and yesterday we were talking about masculinity. Someone claimed that violence is innately part of masculinity, while another student disagreed.
"No, I don't think that's true. I mean, the whole point of Fight Club was that all these men had never been in a fight, that they wanted to rough up their bodies and "hit rock bottom". Personally, I've never been in a fight in my life, never punched anyone."
My jolly Irish prof began to chuckle, "Well," he said, "I've been punched in the face a few times before..."
And then that same student said without a moment to pause, think, or SAY THE SENTENCE ONCE IN HIS HEAD AS A TEST:
"Well, I meant people who aren't Irish."
6 Comments:
Hey, wow! I didn't know you had Michael Richards in your class. Or maybe it was Mel Gibson.
Carm, I miss you.
~rimshot
im pretty unmoved by your efforts to slack by the way; 2 posts in an entire week? cob od
Ha!
i am the queen of putting foot, feet and whole legs into my mouth.
hey carmen, i heard you got into concordia. that's really awesome. :)
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