Boogies, Runnin', and Street Crossin'

Lately, things have been . . . well topsy turvy. Here's a post to keep ya'll readin'. Here are a few random oddities that only I could find and have the nerve to point out.

1. Nose pickers.

Last semester I had a female nose picker. She stared me down like a whore in church while she dug for Spain's lost treasure. Seriously, she's a damned pretty girl, but she had no sense of social decorum. She was also kinda obnoxious. Well, not kinda. A whole lot obnoxious. I had to send her an email with the following

"Dear Student X,

Please refrain from cleaning your bodily orifices during class.

Dr. Babic"

So wrong. It didn't fix the problem, but I certainly have gotten endless gross giggles out of it.

This semester . . . I have an obnoxious soul who also picks his nose. He sits in the front row, has no sense of social boundaries, and picks his nose, chews on his fingernails, appears to try to chew hangnails and pens, and . . . eats. his. boogers. Yup.

To make him even richer, he tries to tell me I am wrong with my information. Or he tries to cut me off to ramble on about something not important to the data at hand. The class giggles when I tell him to simmer down and shush. Yea, we all know how I feel about the male persuasion to try and make me feel inferior.

Poor weirdo. His social skills . . . I am not even sure if he knows he eats the boogies. I sure as shit do.

2. Rednecks with Pickups

Yea, yea . . . rednecks are susposed to have pickups. But, do they all need to come out when I run? Why do they feel the need to stop me, ask a million and one questions, and desperatly not understand why I choose to run?

Favorite one: fat lady who said "Why you runnin' girl? Come on, git in this here car and rest up!" What did she want me to rest up for? Her to cook me up for her Sunday dinner?

3. Traffic

I may regret having ever said this one . . . I miss crossing the street and hearing people honk their horns loudly and long. I miss hearing the "get the fuck outta my way you douchbag" calls and I miss civilization. This livin' in a town of 300 is killin' me.

I think that is enough foulities for one posting.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sitting at my desk at work, I busted out laughing. What did you used to tell your friends when I was in your class? Hahaha.
April 24, 2009 at 8:00 AM
Sandra said…
Sheesh, you have had the worst luck with getting downright disgusting students! I thought last semester's was something else but this one takes the cake. My students (well, not all of 'em) are merely obnoxious... I'll take the text-messaging, chattering ones over the nose pickers...

Booger eating is sorta cute when it's a gorilla doin' it, but not when it's an ostensibly adult human. I'd have difficulty keeping my focus around your nose pickers...probably would keep looking back at 'em with a sort of morbid fascination.

There's a horror movie somewhere in your tale of the redneck lady...
May 7, 2009 at 9:32 AM
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