My Pa always said, “If you’re bored it’s you own fault.” And he was right. However, last night I was in class. I am taking a graduate level course on how to diagnose indviduals with learning disabilities. It’s a topic near and dear to my heart but, there is something ever so sad in wrong about attending classes, even engrossing ones, during the summertime, don’t you think?
To stave off boredom, my kind kept wandering and it went something like this: the weather is lovely and I much rather’d be in the barn hanging out with my pal Phoenix …oooo I wonder if his stall needs a mucking?…now we’re discussing our test grades but ohhhhhh I want a cup of coffee hmmmmmm coffee…but no then I won’t sleep tonight…but I’m sleepy now…wait no I’m not…I’m wired, I’m bored, NOT BORED I’m not bored!…I’m, I’m…
“Hey Mary* what did the professor just say? We’re supposed to be reading an article?’ Oooops.
Then there is that one gal. You see…I keep waiting for the professor to leap across her desk and take this student out. AWESOME… smack down Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday…be there ere ere ere…it’s annoying whiney grad student against the prof who has ultimate power over her final grade who will prevail????(read this like an announcer for a stomper truck rally or a world wrestling federation tournament). The student is twenty-something, still lives with her parents, (Oh yeah, I’m one of the oldest students in the class, the prof is the same age as me oh joy...will I ever be out of school!?) , doesn’t seem to study EVER, and has a penchant for obnoxiously questioning our professor’s teaching techniques in a strident tone of voice. She seems to have no clue the effect her words are having on our teacher lady. She also seems to have no idea that she asks questions on stuff that we were patently supposed to be fairly proficient at…this is the required material.
“Yes, Mary*, I agree, that gal is one strange broad.”
As for me I’ll just sit there squirming in my seat while that gal continues to berate the professor until…mmmmm coffee would be really good right now, I wonder when this class is over…oh look, I drew a puppy in my notebook…HUH DID A DESK JUST GO FLYING or is it my imagination…THE SMACK DOWN HAS BEGUN!!!!!!!!!!!
Things are looking up. I love this class.
*Her name has been changed to protect the innocent.
Karin…what’s funny is that it is a class on diagnosing learning disorders. Somebody sounds a little ADD to me!
Nice post…