In this post I spoke of a student I called Frank. This is yet another story involving this student, thus revealing the true reason I teach at a local community college- the students are GREAT material for my blog.
Again, in one of the practice individual speech activities, Frank's wisdom struck again. Read. Learn. Slap your forehead at his...well...you'll see.
For this activity I give the students one index card each and they have 1 minute to develop a 2 minute speech about the topic. The cards have words like; education, money, power, love and family written on them. Frank's word was family.
He went up to the front of the room and wrote the word family on the board and told the class they were going to take 2 minutes to create a sort of acronym situation for his word. I have to admit, I thought that was creative. I have done this activity several times and this was the first time someone took that approach.
So he writes:
F
A
M
I
L
Y
And asks the class for an F word- thankfully, they kept it tasteful and shouted out, "FUN!"
Frank took it upon himself to come up with an A word- anal.
Yep. He wrote anal on the board. There was awkward giggling in the crowd and he said, "No not like that, I mean like up the butt."
??????
Time was running thin so he quickly wrote the word marriage for the M. I told him he hit 2 minutes and he sat down. Leaving his catch phrase of “Fun Anal Marriage ILY” up on the board. The next 2 people did not erase it.
I just sat there PRAYING no one from the school walked in, they don't usually just walk into classrooms, but ya know.
I have more going on in my life than Frank antics, like for example apparently they installed a defective smoke detector in our kitchen- the PLACE WE COOK DAILY- and it would go off if the toaster was plugged in, poor P seems to have developed a phobia of loud noises.
Last night it chirped every 30 seconds for 12 hours.
Really.
After I had a 4:00a.m. pillow fight with the headboard while screaming choice words, Josh took cover in the guest room and I finally fell asleep with mittens over my ears that were held in place with earmuffs. (I could STILL hear the chirping btw). Only to be woken up at 6:45a.m. by Josh’s alarm clock. An electrician is coming by at 7:30 a.m. to install a non-defective detector.
I have my hammer ready, should the events of last night repeat themselves.
Really.
A hammer.
