Today it happened: the moment that may just go down as my favorite thing that ever happened to me in grad school. It was classic. It was incredible. It was so archetypical.
My teacher actually hit the floor. In response to the repeated questioning of a certain person in my class (about whom I wrote way back when class started), he literally turned red, fell down on the floor and curled up. It was shocking and beautiful. It was the dream of every person who has ever tried to get a concept through another person's head.
And this is what he said:
"God doesn't give a freaking rip what grade you get in this class. God has more important things on his mind."
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Oh pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease ... more information! Was the curling-up-and-turning-red thing a really good act, and if so, to what end? What was the connection of the display to the comment, and what was its effect?
that is so awesome! more! more!
oh and Thanksgiving greetings to you.
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