Happenings Not Involving My Roommates, For Once

[elsajeni]

This is what my physics class is like:

PROF: *draws a tree, poorly* This is a tree. *adds a monkey* And there's a monkey hanging from the tree. And over here... *draws a stick person* is a park ranger. *adds a detail* And he has a gun.
GIRLS IN CLASS: *gasp in horror*
PROF: It's okay! It's a tranquilizer gun!

And the following are what happens when my English class attempts to analyze a poem involving a vacuum cleaner:

BRIAN: But we have a consistent vacuum metaphor. His wife is in the vacuum. That's consistent.
BECCA: Maybe he killed her and hid the body in the vacuum.
ME: That would explain why he doesn't want to use it...

BRYCE: That's pretty chauvinistic.
ME: I don't think it's necessarily chauvinistic to remember your wife cleaning if she spent all her time cleaning.
NANCY: Anyway, being a chauvinist doesn't mean he didn't love her.
MARGARET: Chauvinists are people, too!
A PARODY OF A PROTEST MARCH FOR THE RIGHTS OF CHAUVINISTS: *ensues*

BRIAN: But is dirt cheap to the vacuum? Dirt nourishes the vacuum! It eats dirt! Dirt is its life!

Also, have I mentioned that my physics prof, for some reason, vaguely reminds me of Nightcrawler? (This is Lecture Professor B, just to clarify; Lecture Professor A was there on the first day, handed out the syllabus, introduced himself and B, and has not been seen since. Lab Professor is also a man of mystery.) Because he does, and I'm not sure why. There's not actually much of a resemblance. One of them is a blue furry member of the X-Men; the other is an Indian physics professor. And yet my brain has made a connection. Why?

Comments

[zukkii.livejournal.com]

i love your english class.

[masanbol.livejournal.com]

Me too, oh god, me too.