Aah, memories.
I'll always remember the annoying foreign student in my theory of personality course who could go on quite easily for 10-15 minutes a stretch. Knew what dissociation was in theory but gained an intimate, practical knowhow that semester thanks to her.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
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I still remember my philosophy class from college. My professor remembered me for one comment I made in the beginning of the year... and for that one comment only.
He came into class one morning (it was an 8 o'clock class which is WAY to early for philosophy) with a bleeding ear... somehow he cut it while shaving.
I simply said... hey GB, when did you take up painting? I didn't think it was *that* funny, but he did, and he brought it up at least once a week after that.
Friend of mine in abnormal psych made the unfortunate mistake of raising his hand twice at the beginning of the semester for some rather sensitive topics: the definition of autoerotic asphyxiation and the Catholic/religious usage of the term ejaculation. For the rest of the course, he was referred to as "ejaculation man."
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