Act your age, not your shoe size.

I have the distinct pleasure of taking 100 level courses at Mason before I start Graduate school there in the fall. One course I have to take is Geology 103. The professor is French - his last name is Pilon, pronounce Pee-lo. And he wears suspenders. God, I love a man who can pull off suspenders... but that's besides the point. There are certain words during his lectures that have given the class several "what the fuck did he just say?" moments: Haiti; isthmus; hispanola; and similarily, just to name a few. But it gets better. There's one word that he says that makes me laugh EVERYTIME... and he mentions it a lot because it's part of our textbook... the word: 3rd. As in the 3rd edition of the textbook... and, being the frenchman that he is, and having a french accent that he does, it comes out as... wait for it... turd.

and it makes me giggle. yes, i'm aware I need to grow up a little.

But this isn't the first time that a professor has made me chuckle during lectures. At JMU, I happened to be in the same Political Science class as the ever so charming Dominic Alexander. And we used to sit next to each other and entertain ourselves. The professor was the epitome of nerd - tall, lanky, and pasty white with glasses and sweater vests. God, I love a man that wears sweater vests... but that's besides the point. During the course of the year, he lectured on presidents, wars, and taxes... more specifically, duty taxes. Yup, that's right... he said duty. And Dominic and I would lose our shit (no pun intended) to the point of one of us having to leave the class... and it was usually him, because I was a good student.