Dec 01, 2008 14:18
The purpose of this post is for one reason and one reason only--my professor shaved his mustache. I don't know what to do with myself. I think I almost started crying in class.
I'm currently taking a class called Modern Middle East. It is probably one of the most boring classes I've ever sat through (I almost fall asleep every class) and the material is such a jumble of Abd Al-Muhammads that keeping anything straight is near impossible. There is only one redeeming factor of this class: my professor's mustache. This thing was epic. He kind of looked like a walrus and his speech came from his mustache. I think it was telling me to do things subliminally too. If my professor only wore a beret he would be the spitting image of Jamie from Myth Busters. But class today I saw that this epic facial hair was gone. I couldn't concentrate at all and kept staring at him trying to visualize that the mustache was still there.
He randomly mentioned that in 1990 that was the last year he shaved his mustache but there was no other mention of this dramatic change. I drew a picture of a tombstone that read "RIP Timothy Welliver's Mustache 1990-2008" What am I going to do with my life?
♥ Air