Into the halls of madness

I have been working on several post ideas recently, and have been unable to complete any of them for various reasons, though more often then not it is the Siren’s call of Call of Duty that lures me away from my efforts.  Hopefully i will be able to get them posted sometime this week or the next.  In the meantime, here’s the best muscle jesus picture ever accompanied with a post I just finished.



I have a professor, lets call him Dr. X, who, I am now certain, is completely insane.  His madness knows no bounds and he is therefore one of my favorite teachers.  It is not because he is an incredibly gifted instructor.  I could care less about nearly everything he says and he does nothing to garner my attention.  He is one of my favorites because his craziness is absolutely hilarious.

Firstly, I never know when he is going to show up.  He could have been in class upwards of an hour before time, or he could walk in 10 minutes late and think nothing of it.  Time has no meaning for the insane, unless of course it has become time to be even more insane, which crazy peaople have an internal clock for.  Example: Crazy man: “Huh, it feels like 2 pm.  Time to turn up the Crazy!”  Dr. X is quite punctual in this regard.

Pictured: a crazy guy

Secondly, Dr. X spends the majority of most classes shouting uncontrollably.  He gives lectures that keep the class on the edge of their seats, for to not pay attention is to suffer death by startleing.  Sometimes he will just shout one word: “Dionysus is the Greek god OF wine and theater.”  Sometimes he will shout many words: “the ANCEINT GREEKS HAD FESTIVALS WHERE PLAYS WERE PREFORMED FOR PIZES!!!!”  Sometimes he will shout things completely incongrues with whatever his brain was speaking of “WORLD WAR 2 ENDED BADLY IF YOU LIKED SAUERKRAUT OR LIKE-A DA SUSHI!”   Sometimes he will shout madness.

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Thirdly, the further he delves into the subject matter of the day, the more manic and fast paced his lectures become, until here is veritably leaping around like a mad igit, as the Irish would say, shouting about the merits of an environmental theatre construction.  He also seems to know in any given play who the set designer and costume designer were.  Dr. X accidentally ran into his favorite set designer one time while strolling the streets of London.  “Accidentally.”

And then, as quickly as the madness set in, it leaves him when class is over.  He calmly tells us that class has ended and its time to go, and that we will pick up next class period. I look forward to learning what other sort of antics he does as the year progresses, and will most certainly write them down to be shared.

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