Mr. Tricky Prof.

So Thursdays are my long days. I work from 8-5 at the School of Education and then I attend Intro to Linguistics from 6 to 10:30pm. Last week was my first class and it was an unusual "first class."
So I walk cutting it close to start time after engulfing some dinner and sit down at 5:57. I gaze around the room and notice that there are about 25 women and 2 men. Oh Cal Baptist. One, sitting behind me, is already falling asleep and the other looks middle aged with a receding hairline and a gold watch a chain. Oh yeah, he's 1990's cool, I comment to myself, kind of like this guy:

People begin to start talking, "hi, how are you, oh you want to be a teacher too?" and then the epic topic of conversation moves to b***s-ing their way through the papers. Then Mr. 90's gold chain says, "Have any of you looked through the book? It looks easy. Man, I could teach this

Actually, I am going to teach this."

Mr. '90's gold chain and receding hairline is my linguistics teacher. ha ha.