Confession...sort of

I'm in the last semester of my Senior year of college. Among the classes I'm in this semester is Speech. Most people take this class somewhere around their second semester, I'm not most people. I can speak in public. I can address others in public. For some reason, in this particular setting, I have a tendency to freeze up. Not complete lock-down, but I do get a little nervous. If you knew me, you'd know that nervousness isn't prevalent in my make-up. Again, it doesn't make sense, but it happens. It does help that I'm not the only Senior in the class, but not much.

So anyway, I said all that to say this...I'm sitting in my all-too-fucking-early-in-the-morning class, "listening" to the teacher/prof/trained monkey tell me all about the intricacies of human communication. Approximately halfway through the schpeel I'm on the receiving end of the following gem: "...which is essential if we want to CONVERSATE with one another."

Are. You. Fuckin'. Kidding. Me?

I have to listen to this "qualified" individual? My academic career (in all its glory) hinges on the judgment of this fucko? We all mis-speak from time to time, and I do tend to be a bit of a grammar Nazi (even if it sometimes makes me a hypocrite), but give me a fuckin' break. I'm really supposed to take seriously someone with a grasp of the English language that rivals Snoop Dogg? Forget the fact that I PAY for this shit, this shouldn't be laid on anyone for free.

Moral of the story...avoid college, you're smarter than the fucksticks instructing, and you can save some cash.