I Like...Nutty Professors.

Ahh, summer school. Bleh. Let me tell you about it.

I am currently in my second week of a 4-week class called Gangs, Drugs, and Violence that meets three times a week for 3.5 hours. At night. 5:30-9, to be exact. In Norman. That means I work 8-4, drive to Norman, sit there til 9, and drive home. Then I get to see my husband for half an hour before he has to go to sleep so he can be back at the hospital at 4:30a.m. Are we crazy? I think yes.

Despite the awful hours (and the fact that it takes me away from beloved house church for four weeks), the class is semi-interesting, and the professor is a KOOK. For example, he refers to himself in the third person and yells at himself whenever he asks questions. Like he'll say "HEY ____ (referring to himself by his last name), WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS? Well, let me tell you." He also asks us to email our daily reviews of articles and book chapters to every student in the class, and as I type this he is writing each one of us a reply while REPLYING ALL. I didn't need space in my inbox anyway, ha.

The reading is interesting but hard to do given the fact that he changes our assignments about 5 times per class period. We have also watched several FAB documentaries, such as the history of gangs (interesting) and one about orphans who got put on trains and sent around the country in the 1920s (random).

The professor brings us pizza sometimes and compliments our outfits. And then there's this.

I emailed him to thank him for bringing this pizza, and here is his response:

"YOU ARE WELCOME
HOW ARE READING VIDEOS AND the EXCHANGE FOR YOU
I hoping now o move then follow
(there were about 20 more spaces here but I took them out)
I fee i need to put to start the day with qone hour talk nd then go to pseantations."

Ahh, well said.