Okay…so…

Okay, so you know how when a three year old is first learning how to call someone a name, or josh with someone or learn how to trade insults, they’re really awkward at it, sort of choke on their breathe and chortle or laugh during the middle of it? Right…okay, well a certain professor is sort of like that…yes, good old Dr. Z…

I sit in the front row with, arguably, what is turning into a new circle of friends (not that we weren’t all friends before…most of my classes I feel like I’m sitting with thirty or so close pals) but…we’re the front row students…the students he pretends aren’t there because we know the right answers, and we raise our hands when we know he makes a mistake…the first time I pointed out that he made a mistake (in the manner in which is deemed appropriate at an academic institution) he called me a jerk by saying “I could call you a jerk, and then not reference it….::long winded rant::…you know, it’s amazing, I was speaking with a colleague the other day and we were discussing what you could call students without having them realize it…” and then he giggled…yes, he giggled…hahaha, he made a funny…except, I’m very sure that I realized he called me a jerk…okay, fine…no big deal.

Well, Today, we’re not sure, but we think he made up a word to call me that may be like how my aunt calls her students Buster (only because she can’t call them little bastards)…so he calls me this word (I don’t even remember what it is, it’s in my notes somewhere), turns toward the board, and all the heads in the front row turn towards me…I shrug my shoulders…I have no idea what the hell he’s saying…and, more importantly I have no idea what just happened…and even when he called me a jerk, I laughed…because he’s so, incredibly, bad at name calling that he sounds like a three year old…I mean, it’s…sort of cute in a fucked up way…I mean, at least…he’s trying to be cool and hip…maybe?…sort of? I dunno…