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I Wanna Wear White Shoes and Live Forever

so I was in science class this morning and we're learning about, but really more laughing at, the 'modern ideas' that the medieval age came up with. and we, as sophisticated college students, scoffed at them and chuckled to ourselves and shook our intelligent little heads. the professor covered all sorts of things, from the Elixer of Life to the study of Alchemy that these ancient Greeks fervently believed could be found. he asked what age we would want to stay at - a lot of people said 23. he said 50, that way he could wear white shoes and drive a golf cart in Florida after retiring for the rest of forever. (that's a direct quote, too, white shoes and all)

one of our professor's favorite things to do is ask the class who read this morning's paper and the news on it. even in the middle of writing on the board, the chalk will sometimes squeak to a stop and he'll turn around to tell us something interesting that happened lately.

So right in the middle of writing out Aristotle's name and geo-centric beliefs, he turns around and asks the class, "Did any of you hear about that old ship they found in Michigan Lake from the 1500's or something like that?"

Right on cue, one of the girls in the class asked, "Was it sunken or still floating?"

"The amazing thing is that is was still floating, and the captain is really old by now. He was actually found drinking the Elixer of Life to stay 23 years old, floating around on Michigan Lake still looking for the recipe to Alchemy."

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the chalkboard and continued writing out our notes.

I may not agree with most of his opinions, but his sarcasm before 10 in the morning on a school day just truly is a beautiful thing to this student laughing quietly to herself in the third row.

Comments

Deb said…
I hope he knows someone's enjoying his humor!

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