Greek has a officially moved from something I enjoyed to something that makes me want to vomit. I’ve decided it doesn’t have anything to do with the difficulty of the subject matter. Rather it’s got everything to do with the professor. He’s just a little too, shall we say, hard core. There is no laughter in this class. It’s hard work getting him to crack a smile and I think pigs would fly before this guy chuckled in class. He’s a nice man, a happy man. I respect him, but so CANNOT handle the time I have to spend in his classroom.
Anyway…now that you have a good idea of who I’m dealing with for an hour every MWF, I can tell you about today. Today was the day the guy officially went from too serious to totally over the top.
It’s been pretty stormy in this neck of the woods lately, and it was pouring as I walked to class this morning. Approximately 20 minutes into the lecture, I hear sirens. The sirens wailed on for probably 10 minutes. Being from Iowa, I know that towns usually have a siren test once a month, but based on the weather, I wasn’t sure if that was the case. I whispered to the people around me, do you think it’s a tornado? What’s going on? They kind of giggled and teased me. The siren kept going and the professor didn’t even flinch. He just talked louder. Well the siren kept going, and yeah I know that the end of September isn’t exactly tornado season, but I was really pretty sure there was a tornado.
Please note, I am not afraid of tornadoes. I am rather fond of storms. My main issue was that I wanted to know what the hell was going on and no one else seemed to be concerned.
Then we hear a knock at the door. Some lady was coming to tell us there was a tornado over the lake coming straight at us, and it was recommended that we head to the basement. I totally called it!
One would think at this point the professor would dismiss us to the basement. Nope. He says, “Well, if you are uncomfortable staying, you may go to the basement. However, I am going to keep lecturing, so if you choose to leave I will record the rest of class for you.”
Excuse me???? Tornado? Greek? Tornado? Greek? Hmmm.
I chose to stay, but I also asked if we could open the blinds all the way so that we could watch it coming.
I guess in Michigan they don’t get enough tornadoes to take warnings seriously. Either that or my professor is totally in tune with God and knew that it wasn’t going to amount to much anyway. He does know a lot of Greek.
Whatever. I think he’s just way hard core.