This past semester I took a class called International Economics at TU. The teacher I shall call "Dr. E" (since i don't want to bad talk someone) is less than captivating in his teaching style. In fact I know someone who said a big reason he transfered is because he would have to take another one of his classes.
It was kind of hard for me to respect this teacher because he was so incredibly dry and I could not find motivation to pay attention or study a lot for that class.
Flash forward top the last month of class, I found myself with a high C, desiring to pull it up to a B-. I studied hard for the each of the last quizzes and wound up getting that B+.
But the whole reason I told that story that you probably don't care about is because of this. One day before a different class, I walk into the Reade Center bathroom to do my daily post-chapel pee before class. I walked in and saw none other than Dr. E doing his business, but when I passed him, he let out a fart that sounded like a big "toot".
Needless to say, that brought a smile to my face.
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