A few things.
I've got a few stories to tell to help my procrastination. (I've got some work I really should be doing right now.)
Okay, so, I love my French professor. He is just too funny. I wish I could've taped his class today because he's just hilarious and I would love to be able to retell his stories as well as he told them. But since I can't, this is the best I can do:
1. He was telling the class that no one should ever be a high school teacher. Trust him, he's done it. He commented on the fact that it's especially hard when you're gay and teaching high school. The girls are cool with it, but most of the boys just give you shit about it. He said that his neighbors are two lesbians, and they both teach high school. But that's cool because the girls are cool with it and the boys think it's hot. So it's all good. Anyway, he was teaching in Palm Springs for a while and there was this one student who was rather buff and would always say crap to him and make fun of him for being gay. He had to be careful was he said to the kid because he could get in a lot of trouble for saying anything really bad. There were two boys in the class who stuck up for him because they had relatives that were gay and were cool with it. They told him, "Yo, Mr. Stump! We totally got your back!" So one day, the big kid gets up from the back of the classroom while Mr. Stump was writing on the board. The two boys yell at him, "Mr. Stump! Look out!" And he turns around and sees the kid swinging at him. So he blocks it and then hits the kid. So he had a lot of court hearings about it and he won but he was afraid he was going to lose because apparently the law is that you can't hit a student unless they hit you first. So, Mr. Stump didn't give the kid a chance to hit him first and just hit the kid, which is not good. (And that's a totally gay law... no pun intended) So the cops came to the room one day and said "Open up! It's the Palm Springs police! We need to arrest so-and-so!" They go in the room, look through the kid's bag and find a pound of heroine and Mr. Stump is at the front of the classroom going, "Yeah! Sweet! Get him!" That was just a really great story.
2. His partner is a flight attendant and one flight, Prince was on. So the guy comes up to him and says, "What would you like to drink?" His assistant goes, "He'll have a coke." "He doesn't talk?" "He doesn't talk to the help." ".... Well then he doesn't get a damn drink!" and he walked away. I thought that was funny, too.
3. On another flight, Larry Bird was sitting next to Mr. Stump in first class. Everyone walking by who saw Larry Bird would stare and point and stuff. And Mr. Stump says "Oh geez, look at all these people admiring me, that is so sweet!" Larry Bird says, "Uh... I think they're looking at me." "Who the hell are you?"
Now, I didn't know who Larry Bird was but apparently he's some big basketball player or something. Just, the way Mr. Stump told this story... was just freakin priceless.
4. Last Mr. Stump story: his partner was on another flight and there was this really wealthy-looking man sitting next to his son. So the guy walks up to him and bends down a little towards the boy and in his really flamboyant tone says, "What would you like to drink?!" Then the dad scoffs and faces the window and murmers, "Fuckin' faggot." So the guy looks at him and says, "What did you say?" "Oh... nothing..." "No, what did you say?" "Nothing." "No! WHAT did you say?" "I... said you were a fag." And instantly the guy responds, "Oh thank god, I thought you called me a jew." And he walked away. Ha-ha-ha-ha!!!
Yeah, and then today on the way home from bringing Jonathan to work, I was coming off of Dickory onto Hickory on that street that doesn't have a stop sign for me but does for both lanes on Hickory. So this guy coming from the right I guess thought he could make it before I came, and he starts going. I slow down because I see this. And the guys finally realizes he wouldn't make it, so he stops. But he was already kind of in the middle of the road, almost in my way. And I was going slow enough to stop, so I did even though I knew I didn't have a stop sign. The guy was being a jerk anyway, so I waved at him to go kind of annoyed. Well, it turned out that there was a cop at the stop sign on my left. And as soon and the guy went and I started going, the jackass cop gets on his stupid microphone and says, "YOU.. do not have a stop sign." whilst glaring at me. I said to myself, "Asshole, HE... was already going!" God, I just wanted to flick him off.
Yeah, college is getting better. I'm making friends and whatnot. The classes are pretty cool, too. I just need to stop procrastinating. I'll tell more later. I got stuff about the orthodontist (yes, mom's future husband), my new car (that's right, new car), and my boyfriend (yes, that's right... Pat!) (MMM... Pat... who sprained his ankle today doing tricks on his bicycle. Geez.)
See ya!
Okay, so, I love my French professor. He is just too funny. I wish I could've taped his class today because he's just hilarious and I would love to be able to retell his stories as well as he told them. But since I can't, this is the best I can do:
1. He was telling the class that no one should ever be a high school teacher. Trust him, he's done it. He commented on the fact that it's especially hard when you're gay and teaching high school. The girls are cool with it, but most of the boys just give you shit about it. He said that his neighbors are two lesbians, and they both teach high school. But that's cool because the girls are cool with it and the boys think it's hot. So it's all good. Anyway, he was teaching in Palm Springs for a while and there was this one student who was rather buff and would always say crap to him and make fun of him for being gay. He had to be careful was he said to the kid because he could get in a lot of trouble for saying anything really bad. There were two boys in the class who stuck up for him because they had relatives that were gay and were cool with it. They told him, "Yo, Mr. Stump! We totally got your back!" So one day, the big kid gets up from the back of the classroom while Mr. Stump was writing on the board. The two boys yell at him, "Mr. Stump! Look out!" And he turns around and sees the kid swinging at him. So he blocks it and then hits the kid. So he had a lot of court hearings about it and he won but he was afraid he was going to lose because apparently the law is that you can't hit a student unless they hit you first. So, Mr. Stump didn't give the kid a chance to hit him first and just hit the kid, which is not good. (And that's a totally gay law... no pun intended) So the cops came to the room one day and said "Open up! It's the Palm Springs police! We need to arrest so-and-so!" They go in the room, look through the kid's bag and find a pound of heroine and Mr. Stump is at the front of the classroom going, "Yeah! Sweet! Get him!" That was just a really great story.
2. His partner is a flight attendant and one flight, Prince was on. So the guy comes up to him and says, "What would you like to drink?" His assistant goes, "He'll have a coke." "He doesn't talk?" "He doesn't talk to the help." ".... Well then he doesn't get a damn drink!" and he walked away. I thought that was funny, too.
3. On another flight, Larry Bird was sitting next to Mr. Stump in first class. Everyone walking by who saw Larry Bird would stare and point and stuff. And Mr. Stump says "Oh geez, look at all these people admiring me, that is so sweet!" Larry Bird says, "Uh... I think they're looking at me." "Who the hell are you?"
Now, I didn't know who Larry Bird was but apparently he's some big basketball player or something. Just, the way Mr. Stump told this story... was just freakin priceless.
4. Last Mr. Stump story: his partner was on another flight and there was this really wealthy-looking man sitting next to his son. So the guy walks up to him and bends down a little towards the boy and in his really flamboyant tone says, "What would you like to drink?!" Then the dad scoffs and faces the window and murmers, "Fuckin' faggot." So the guy looks at him and says, "What did you say?" "Oh... nothing..." "No, what did you say?" "Nothing." "No! WHAT did you say?" "I... said you were a fag." And instantly the guy responds, "Oh thank god, I thought you called me a jew." And he walked away. Ha-ha-ha-ha!!!
Yeah, and then today on the way home from bringing Jonathan to work, I was coming off of Dickory onto Hickory on that street that doesn't have a stop sign for me but does for both lanes on Hickory. So this guy coming from the right I guess thought he could make it before I came, and he starts going. I slow down because I see this. And the guys finally realizes he wouldn't make it, so he stops. But he was already kind of in the middle of the road, almost in my way. And I was going slow enough to stop, so I did even though I knew I didn't have a stop sign. The guy was being a jerk anyway, so I waved at him to go kind of annoyed. Well, it turned out that there was a cop at the stop sign on my left. And as soon and the guy went and I started going, the jackass cop gets on his stupid microphone and says, "YOU.. do not have a stop sign." whilst glaring at me. I said to myself, "Asshole, HE... was already going!" God, I just wanted to flick him off.
Yeah, college is getting better. I'm making friends and whatnot. The classes are pretty cool, too. I just need to stop procrastinating. I'll tell more later. I got stuff about the orthodontist (yes, mom's future husband), my new car (that's right, new car), and my boyfriend (yes, that's right... Pat!) (MMM... Pat... who sprained his ankle today doing tricks on his bicycle. Geez.)
See ya!