This stupid-silly thought came into my mind during my English class today, and I just had to share it. It’s a new semester, so naturally, new classes and teachers follow. Well, the first days of said new classes are invariably spent going over syllabi and the like, so it doesn’t take long for my mind to wander. Well, during this moment of idleness, a sudden and very strong conviction entered my mind: My professor is The Dude.
"Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. Teach the occasional English class."
This is true for the following reasons:
1) He has the mannerisms of His Dudeness. He’s extremely laid-back and seems to be a generally easy-going guy. His speech is very Lebowski-like as well—I should have counted all the dude’s and man’s.
2) He looks just like Jeff Bridges. But bald and with glasses. So I guess more Obadiah Stane-esque, then.
Just less hostile takeover-y.
So I formed this odd little math equation in my head:
The Dude – hair + glasses = my professor.
Basically, this.
It was at this moment that I decided that this is going to be an awesome semester.
But, you know, that’s just, like, my opinion, man.
-Alyssa
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