Alright, I suppose I should wait before I report on this class, seeing as I already had an entry today, but I know I will forget the pertinent information if I wait. First of all, you should know that my teacher's wacko. Completely. He acts like someone who has ADD or ADHD or is on PCP or maybe even LSD. Or some other stimulant or hallucinogen, natural or otherwise. And he has this really annoying habit of asking "what?" as in "like, what?" or "please fill in the blank" type of questions. I was extremely annoyed with it at first, but after five minutes or so I was sure I was going to spontaneously combust into fits of laughter - which wouldn't be very advisable in a classroom setting. Well, instead, I resorted to writing some of his peculiar form of syntax down so that I could share it with others later. Here are a couple of them (and remember, these are practically verbatim):
- Some books are less European-style, more what? (Here he pauses, expecting an answer. None is forthcoming so he resorts to self-answering) More our kind of stuff...
- Much of what we are is what? (Pause. Silence.) Dependant upon what? (Pause. Silence.) Experiences.
I don't get it. Does he actually expect us to answer these inane, unanswerable questions? Or is it just a nervous habit? Like, where most people would say "like", "um...", or "you know" he says "what"? Is that it? I don't know if I will ever know. It did become less irritating with time. And he is quite funny (one of my favorite things he said was, "Women in a truck don't want a man. Men in a truck are lonely." It was funnier to hear than to tell, I guess. But we all laughed pretty hard). So, I guess I'll give him a chance. One thing's for sure, I'm going to get an A out of the class. It's practically impossible for anyone to get below a B, and then he makes it easy to bump it up to an A. So, this one will be cake.
Anyway, during this class period where the teacher mostly rambled on about everything (from suicide to bungie jumping - which might not seem like that big a stretch - to Oedipus and Freud), I met this kid, or rather he introduced himself to me. Now, no big, but he's friendly, good-looking, and seems to think I'm funny (which is always a plus in my book). Down side? He's going into English education and he's bald. Fine, he's cute enough that I can get over the baldness - he has really pretty eyes. But I'm not entirely sure I can get over the English education thing. I know! Shame on me to take a guy flirting with me and jump to future life and nuptials ... well, and, truth be told, that's not even it. I simply know from years of Sunday school education that "You marry who you date." Wait?! Dating?! He didn't ask me out or anything! He just flirted with me and walked out of the wrong side of the building with me after class.
Okay. How's this? He seems like a great kid and I'd love to be friends with him. But if he's going anywhere further than that (which I'm somewhat suspicious of) I have to say ... English education?! Really? To teach high schoolers? Do you just need a bachelors degree for that? That is crazy! I'm halfway done with my bachelors and I could no more teach my major to others than I could breathe underwater! It's just not possible! No wonder the education in this country is so pathetic. Besides, why wouldn't an individual take two more years of school and get a masters and become a professor?! Okay, now I'm ranting and rambling. Not the kind of R&R people usually go for. I guess it's cause it's late. Well, I'll sign off then. But don't worry, I'll keep you posted.
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