My Teacher, in translation...

So today was my first day of school. Yep. I was pretty excited about it, ready to get back to normalville instead of wasting everyday in CSI land. Besides, I finished CSI, so I had no regrets. The morning started out well. I had a good dream, Jeff was in it, which is rare, so I was happy he finally joined me in dream land. Don't worry, it wasn't a dirty dream, so get your minds out of the gutter! gross...

So I got out with barely enough time to make it to class on time if ideal conditions existed. They did not. There was an accident northbound and southbound on I-35, so I took the backway, which was backed up with traffic as well. I ended up getting there about 15 minutes late, but the teacher wasn't mean about it at all, which made me feel better. Unfortunately, I was less than thrilled when I found an open seat, open because there was nasty fuzz all over it... like, that stuff you pull out of the dryer after you finish a load. So I tried getting it off but it clung to the seat, so I just sat down before I drew more attention to myself. Then my teacher began talking... and here is a sound clip of what he sounded like:




haha just kidding...

he really sounded like the guy in this clip who has the huge bottom jaw... you'll understand when you push play:



k... 'nuff said... it's gonna be a difficult semester, seeing as the lecture is the MOST important part of the learning process for MICROBIOLOGY/CELLULAR BIOLOGY. And to top it off, there is some smart aleck kid in there that raised his hand 50 million times on the first day... we weren't learning anything except how the teacher grades and what his plans for this coming semester are... I almost killed him and we were only in the same room together for 30 minutes... it's gonna be a long, hard ride...