Workin On My Psyche-Outs
Tomorrow I have my philosophy oral exam. Basically all senior philosophy majors reserve an hour with the professors where they can ambush you with questions on two topics of your choice. I usually won't admit this but...I'm really sweatin this. I need an edge...I actually had nightmares about it last night that consisted of me sweating like rosie o at fat camp, being asked some random string of words in the form of a question, and then me looking through my notes for the answer but realizing my notes were written in a clash between japanese characters and ebonics.
So anyway I was thinking of having my friend Jason come in wearing a shirt that said 'Descartes Rocks: cogito ergo sum suckas!', and maybe having Mike yell random psyche outs like "this ain't the weightroom Dr. Mancha!" (coach of the powerlifting team), or "Dr. Vaughan you've been throwin up bricks all day! this ain't the bball court"(field goal% record holder at Mike's High School). And maybe at the end he could yell "you guys got SERVED!" I don't know...I'm just throwing things out there.
Yeah that's what I need. I need a clique or a posse tomorrow. Whoever wants to be in it you can but the room is small so first come first serve. Be ready to yell things like "true that!" or "OHHHHHH IT'S ON" after I attempt to answer one of their questions. Or when Dr. Vaughan inevitably brings up the Wittgensteinian Private Pain argument...maybe yell something like "YEAH I'll show you private pain!" And then motion your foot and his junk.
Ugh ya know what? Maybe I'll just challenge them to an arm wrestling contest. Yeah I'd loose to Dr. Mancha (the powerlifting coach) but I KNOW I can take Dr. Tiel and Dr. Vaughan. "Hey what do you guys say? Arm wrestling instead of Socratic Dialogue today?" You KNOW they've been waiting for this for years. "Hey we don't have to tell anyone. We could just play kickball instead." Those days were the best...you'd walk into 8th grade Algebra and the teacher's hair would be all sexed out and she'd be like "uh guys ya know...we're just gonna go ahead and go outside and shoot hoops for class today...we're gonna count how many you make and subtract it by the amount you miss and then..." and they just completely make something up and you know they're thinking "...quit.... f class today, I need to work on my jumpshot."
Anyway...wish me luck tomorrow...or better yet come join my posse, we're gonna have Art & Humanities room 228a totally locked down down tomorrow. Come strapped with your logic book.
So anyway I was thinking of having my friend Jason come in wearing a shirt that said 'Descartes Rocks: cogito ergo sum suckas!', and maybe having Mike yell random psyche outs like "this ain't the weightroom Dr. Mancha!" (coach of the powerlifting team), or "Dr. Vaughan you've been throwin up bricks all day! this ain't the bball court"(field goal% record holder at Mike's High School). And maybe at the end he could yell "you guys got SERVED!" I don't know...I'm just throwing things out there.
Yeah that's what I need. I need a clique or a posse tomorrow. Whoever wants to be in it you can but the room is small so first come first serve. Be ready to yell things like "true that!" or "OHHHHHH IT'S ON" after I attempt to answer one of their questions. Or when Dr. Vaughan inevitably brings up the Wittgensteinian Private Pain argument...maybe yell something like "YEAH I'll show you private pain!" And then motion your foot and his junk.
Ugh ya know what? Maybe I'll just challenge them to an arm wrestling contest. Yeah I'd loose to Dr. Mancha (the powerlifting coach) but I KNOW I can take Dr. Tiel and Dr. Vaughan. "Hey what do you guys say? Arm wrestling instead of Socratic Dialogue today?" You KNOW they've been waiting for this for years. "Hey we don't have to tell anyone. We could just play kickball instead." Those days were the best...you'd walk into 8th grade Algebra and the teacher's hair would be all sexed out and she'd be like "uh guys ya know...we're just gonna go ahead and go outside and shoot hoops for class today...we're gonna count how many you make and subtract it by the amount you miss and then..." and they just completely make something up and you know they're thinking "...quit.... f class today, I need to work on my jumpshot."
Anyway...wish me luck tomorrow...or better yet come join my posse, we're gonna have Art & Humanities room 228a totally locked down down tomorrow. Come strapped with your logic book.