March 19, 2006


I just got done with my algorithms final a couple days ago, and though I believe that class to be one of the more important classes in my major, I hated the man who taught it. He was bitter and angry, and nothing brought out the worst in him like students, especially his students.

Given that, there’s no doubt the man was damn funny. He told my favorite story about a week before class ended, and I suspect it originated in deep space or left field. After crushing that barely detectable light we called hope in the previous midterm, it’s possible he felt it necessary to lighten the mood:

Prof: I lectured to an empty room once.
*awkward silence*
Prof: I was teaching a grad course and only five people were enrolled.
Prof: Some days only two or three people would show up.
Prof: One day, I walked into the room and nobody was there.
Prof: So I was pretty tee’d off, and I thought, “You know what, I’m gonna go ahead and lecture”
Prof: So I did.
Prof: I lectured.
Prof: I fielded questions.
Prof: I collected homework.
Prof: People walked past the room looking at me like I was insane.
Prof: Can anyone guess the punchline?
*awkward silence*

Prof: I was in the wrong room.

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  1. haha! yes and yes

    Comment by rachel — March 19, 2006 @ 6:23 pm

  2. Awesome!!!

    Comment by Ryan — March 19, 2006 @ 6:37 pm

  3. hahahahahaha!

    Comment by Kelcium — March 19, 2006 @ 11:21 pm

  4. Haha, good stuff. I’m sure the bastard got what he deserved! :-)

    Comment by Byron — March 19, 2006 @ 11:47 pm

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