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"The best years of our lives," somebody lied. Tell us the funniest thing that ever happened at school.
( , Thu 29 Jan 2009, 12:19)
"The best years of our lives," somebody lied. Tell us the funniest thing that ever happened at school.
( , Thu 29 Jan 2009, 12:19)
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Later than school days, but nevertheless during education....
Starting the third year of Uni, most of us were a little nervous, having two years of drinking and shagging behind us, we knew it was time to do some work if we were to escape this with any proof of academic ability whatsoever.
First lecture of the year: Music History, and we've got a new lecturer... how... umm... exciting?
So we're all waiting for the guy to turn up, and waiting... and waiting... After about half an hour, as most of us are getting up to go, he stumbles in stinking of sweat, fags and booze and begins without a moments hesitation:
"Right, where were we last week? Troubadours! Of course! So, we have the troubadours and trouveres..."
And off he goes into a lecture on God knows what, drawing diagrams of triangles and funny curved lines that in now way relate to music, or even what he's talking about for that matter. I'm sure at one point he started rambling about dog food, but by this point we'd stopped taking notes, realising it would be a complete waste of time.
The following year's lectures were similar in nature, and quickly became rather popular, even with the usually absent stoner brigade (do stoners have brigades? It seems unlikely, but what the hell).
The last lecture of the year, before final exams and we've had more drunken rants than the entire collected works of Rab C. Nesbitt and he sits down at his desk calmly. He's clean... he's... SOBER.... This should be interesting...
"So, let's have a look at the paper you'll be doing shall we?"
I have no idea if the Uni knew about this, but apparently it happened every year, and every year, strangely, everyone got a decent, though not stunning mark.
Thanks to Enzyme's post below for reminding me of this curious alcoholic blabber.
( , Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:04, 1 reply)
Starting the third year of Uni, most of us were a little nervous, having two years of drinking and shagging behind us, we knew it was time to do some work if we were to escape this with any proof of academic ability whatsoever.
First lecture of the year: Music History, and we've got a new lecturer... how... umm... exciting?
So we're all waiting for the guy to turn up, and waiting... and waiting... After about half an hour, as most of us are getting up to go, he stumbles in stinking of sweat, fags and booze and begins without a moments hesitation:
"Right, where were we last week? Troubadours! Of course! So, we have the troubadours and trouveres..."
And off he goes into a lecture on God knows what, drawing diagrams of triangles and funny curved lines that in now way relate to music, or even what he's talking about for that matter. I'm sure at one point he started rambling about dog food, but by this point we'd stopped taking notes, realising it would be a complete waste of time.
The following year's lectures were similar in nature, and quickly became rather popular, even with the usually absent stoner brigade (do stoners have brigades? It seems unlikely, but what the hell).
The last lecture of the year, before final exams and we've had more drunken rants than the entire collected works of Rab C. Nesbitt and he sits down at his desk calmly. He's clean... he's... SOBER.... This should be interesting...
"So, let's have a look at the paper you'll be doing shall we?"
I have no idea if the Uni knew about this, but apparently it happened every year, and every year, strangely, everyone got a decent, though not stunning mark.
Thanks to Enzyme's post below for reminding me of this curious alcoholic blabber.
( , Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:04, 1 reply)
:)
There's something wonderful about starting the first lecture of the year with the phrase "Where were we?" I must remember to do that myself...
( , Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:25, closed)
There's something wonderful about starting the first lecture of the year with the phrase "Where were we?" I must remember to do that myself...
( , Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:25, closed)
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