(Alison, you have inspired me to write in this style.)
So yesterday and today I have been sitting in class. It is my last class for my master's degree and the first one I have had to go to campus for. I was kinda grumbly about having to drive to Denton and actually meet people in my class and listen to my professor lecture, but it has totally been worth it. My class is a storytelling class and the professor is a professional storyteller who looks part hippie, part old lady, part hick. This woman is hi-larious! I was so caught up in what she was saying yesterday that I didn't write anything down. When I got home last night and was blogging I thought, "I need to blog about this woman." So, today, as she was imparting her little gems of wisdom to us, I got out my pen and paper and this is what I captured:
"Oh! A revenge story! I didn't even know I needed a revenge story...it's Friday!"
"This sucks big hairy tea bags."
"Some libraries are so small you can't whip a cat without getting hair in your mouth."
"I come from a long line of revival preachers - I can talk forever."
"I can barely walk and chew gum."
"If you want a good seat on an airplane, come on wearing this." (speaking of a jester's hat she was wearing)
"We don't want to break the law unless we know it and have planned it."
And this is my absolute FAVORITE!
(She's relating the story of standing in Central Park ready to tell some stories and the microphone stand keeps sliding down everytime she pulls it back up and tightens the knob thing on the side)
"Must be a male microphone."
Maybe I'll have a few more tomorrow or the next time we meet in two weeks. Who knew graduate school could be this entertaining?