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I don't know if you all recall last semester, my mentioning of my computer teacher with the cornrows, who frequently said "whasa neva ya do" in a serious manner, and did not speak a single word unless into the microphone being amplified by a single speaker in the front of the room. Well, i just thought of something else.
This teacher was short,..we're talking like 4' something short. I of course as many of you know am pretty fuckin tall, i think im at 6'3" now. Well, being the model student i was, i would always arrive fifteen minutes early for this class. I could sit here and tell you i left my house early to avoid traffic, leave extra time for slow driving if the roads were bad in the winter etc...but really im not so sure why i always got there early, either way it didnt matter, because with it being a computer lab, i could find ways to pass time.
The combination of all of the above topics eventually led to me becoming some sort of freakshow in that class. You see, with this teacher being as short as she was, she could never reach the single volume knob on the single speaker her microphone poured ebonics into; nor could she reach the handle on the projector screen; which was to my dismay, always in the up roled up state. Apparently me getting to class early, and being extremely tall somehow made me her bitch. Every single day this lady would make me adjust her mic volume and pull the fuckin projector screen down. This may not seem like a big deal, but the fact is that this was actually quite a lengthy process.
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
*REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!*
"OH LORD!, TOO LOUD, TURN DAT DOWN AN RETURN TO YA SEAT"
I couldnt help but to feel like i was being fucked with. By the time the mic began to feedback, the classroom was full, and there i was...tall boy, being verbally smacked around by a three foot lady with corn rows, while students were sent diving from their seats with their hands over their ears. After over a week of this, i figured there had to be a better way to spend my mornings, than to deal with this monotonous bullshit routine.
This is where going to a community college came to my advantage. You see... in every class you take at one of these sub-par schools, theres always one of "those guys". You know; the 19 foot tall dude from some third world country, who brings nothing to class besides his pearly white smile, his appreciation for the chance to get an education, and all 19 feet of his non english speaking glory. I'm by no means ripping on or disrespecting anyone of the sort, but i cant help but to laugh at how i would wait in the hallway for him to enter the classroom before walking in a minute later myself. The poor guy never knew what hit him as he walked blindly into my preplanned trap, day after day until the semester wrapped up.
Today I can still clearly see him fiddling with the overhead screen for 5 frustrating minutes while i sat immersed in a sick satisfaction in the back of the classroom
This teacher was short,..we're talking like 4' something short. I of course as many of you know am pretty fuckin tall, i think im at 6'3" now. Well, being the model student i was, i would always arrive fifteen minutes early for this class. I could sit here and tell you i left my house early to avoid traffic, leave extra time for slow driving if the roads were bad in the winter etc...but really im not so sure why i always got there early, either way it didnt matter, because with it being a computer lab, i could find ways to pass time.
The combination of all of the above topics eventually led to me becoming some sort of freakshow in that class. You see, with this teacher being as short as she was, she could never reach the single volume knob on the single speaker her microphone poured ebonics into; nor could she reach the handle on the projector screen; which was to my dismay, always in the up roled up state. Apparently me getting to class early, and being extremely tall somehow made me her bitch. Every single day this lady would make me adjust her mic volume and pull the fuckin projector screen down. This may not seem like a big deal, but the fact is that this was actually quite a lengthy process.
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
"can you hear me in da baaaaaaaaaaack?"
*REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!*
"OH LORD!, TOO LOUD, TURN DAT DOWN AN RETURN TO YA SEAT"
I couldnt help but to feel like i was being fucked with. By the time the mic began to feedback, the classroom was full, and there i was...tall boy, being verbally smacked around by a three foot lady with corn rows, while students were sent diving from their seats with their hands over their ears. After over a week of this, i figured there had to be a better way to spend my mornings, than to deal with this monotonous bullshit routine.
This is where going to a community college came to my advantage. You see... in every class you take at one of these sub-par schools, theres always one of "those guys". You know; the 19 foot tall dude from some third world country, who brings nothing to class besides his pearly white smile, his appreciation for the chance to get an education, and all 19 feet of his non english speaking glory. I'm by no means ripping on or disrespecting anyone of the sort, but i cant help but to laugh at how i would wait in the hallway for him to enter the classroom before walking in a minute later myself. The poor guy never knew what hit him as he walked blindly into my preplanned trap, day after day until the semester wrapped up.
Today I can still clearly see him fiddling with the overhead screen for 5 frustrating minutes while i sat immersed in a sick satisfaction in the back of the classroom