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Gather round, my children, and I shall tell thee a tale.
Really, the story I am about to reveal defies description. It is epic in scope, limitless in moral value, and will serve to better the race of humankind.
And it all begins, strangely enough, with a beanie baby.
On the last day of my astronomy class, I decided to bring my ostrich beanie baby to class. Not for any particular reason . . .I just like it and wanted to take it with me. So at the very end of class, our teacher gets out her guitar and starts to sing us a hippy galaxy song. It was very enjoyable, and I decided to bring out my little ostrich and have him dance around on my desk for my personal amusement.
So there I am, dancing my little ostrich on my desk, when all of a sudden I realize that my teacher is giving me this look of DEATH. I quickly put the ostrich away and leave as soon as class is over, wondering what she could have found to be so outrageously offensive.
So yesterday, I go back to astro for our final review session. I sit down and start to settle in, when out of nowhere my teacher sits in the chair next to me and leans in.
"Susie," she said, "I just want to appologize for giving you that nasty look. I thought you had taken out a dildo and was dancing it across your desk with the music. Afterwards I asked some students and they told me it was a stuffed animal. But it certainly looked like a dildo!"
With that, she got up and left, leaving me with many, MANY layers of emotional trauma to deal with in her wake.
My teacher thought I brought a dildo to her class.
Not only that, but she thought I had taken it out and waved it around.
Not only that, but she actually discussed this with some of the other students in class.
And she appologized.
My hands are still shaking. Seriously. I don't know if I am ever going to fully recover from this. A deep part of me is heavily scarred. The other part of me hasn't stopped laughing for the past 42 hours.
I feel that I should do something with this experience. Perhaps turn it into an operetta. Or an independent film.
Teacher. Ostrich. Dildo.
OMFG.
Gather round, my children, and I shall tell thee a tale.
Really, the story I am about to reveal defies description. It is epic in scope, limitless in moral value, and will serve to better the race of humankind.
And it all begins, strangely enough, with a beanie baby.
On the last day of my astronomy class, I decided to bring my ostrich beanie baby to class. Not for any particular reason . . .I just like it and wanted to take it with me. So at the very end of class, our teacher gets out her guitar and starts to sing us a hippy galaxy song. It was very enjoyable, and I decided to bring out my little ostrich and have him dance around on my desk for my personal amusement.
So there I am, dancing my little ostrich on my desk, when all of a sudden I realize that my teacher is giving me this look of DEATH. I quickly put the ostrich away and leave as soon as class is over, wondering what she could have found to be so outrageously offensive.
So yesterday, I go back to astro for our final review session. I sit down and start to settle in, when out of nowhere my teacher sits in the chair next to me and leans in.
"Susie," she said, "I just want to appologize for giving you that nasty look. I thought you had taken out a dildo and was dancing it across your desk with the music. Afterwards I asked some students and they told me it was a stuffed animal. But it certainly looked like a dildo!"
With that, she got up and left, leaving me with many, MANY layers of emotional trauma to deal with in her wake.
My teacher thought I brought a dildo to her class.
Not only that, but she thought I had taken it out and waved it around.
Not only that, but she actually discussed this with some of the other students in class.
And she appologized.
My hands are still shaking. Seriously. I don't know if I am ever going to fully recover from this. A deep part of me is heavily scarred. The other part of me hasn't stopped laughing for the past 42 hours.
I feel that I should do something with this experience. Perhaps turn it into an operetta. Or an independent film.
Teacher. Ostrich. Dildo.
OMFG.