Ever wondered what a cat taste like? (Formerly Hello Kitty!)

I got on my buddy for saying she had nothing to blog about. She hasn’t posted in two and a half weeks. I got on her because she told me about her Halloween story. It involved her co-workers, tin-foil lassos, bracelets, viking hats and free burritos. I’m like uh, and you say you don’t have anything to blog about?

Then as I was in search of blog material this week and found myself guilty of the same thing. Leaving out one of the most interesting experiences that I’ve recently had.

Hello kitty.

I was in the first actual in class session of my practical class. The class where you apply what you learn in real world situations. The class is taught(?) or lead by one of our adjunct professors, or as my class mates said in reference to another one, ‘add-junk.’ Our Prof was fielding questions about the few assignments that we are to turn in, because quite naturally the students were concerned about the few assignments that seem to determine their grade. One of the first due was a verbatim. A verbatim is just what it suggest, a word by word account of a meeting. The verbatim outlines the details of the experience, the room, the seating arrangements, and most importantly the non-verbal and attitudinal messages perceived.

So the question was, what is the verbatim?, and he explained the above. And then he went on tell why it was so important.

Prof: “It is going to determine how the rest of your year with this organization will go…Like when I came up here to this class room, I’m used to the door being propped open, never known this door to be closed. So I had to really think about how I was going to deal with you all. What are they having a meeting before my meeting, what’s going on in there?”

His speech flowed as if it were one long sentence. His movements animated so that he seemed to flow back and forth like a willow tree, blowing in the wind.

One of my classmates asked for a date when the verbatim is due.

Prof: “The end of October by the first week in November.”

Student: “Yes, but on what day?”

Prof: “you see, I’m not like your other professors here...”
(Gross Understatement!)

Prof: ”You see I was dropped on my head, my brain was ok, but my skull was fractured. So I’m sitting here in class, and you expect me to trust you? And here you are a woman teaching me and it was a woman that dropped me on my head?”

(The class is silent, maybe all in disbelief, I felt we all were saying a collective ‘huh?’)

Prof: ”So I’m sitting up in the class, and I’m just learning how to spell cat. Seen a cat before, know what a cat looks like. Never ate a cat, wonder what a cat taste like…”

(What?!)

He goes on but the rest was lost on me, I stopped at “wonder what a cat taste like...”

So I immediately type to one of my classmates IM…

[12:32] PM SayYeaah: Wonder what a cat taste like?
[12:33] PM SayYeaah: Dr. Hoabs, does cat taste like Pumpkin pie?
[12:33] PM SayYeaah: I don't know why you asked me that, Girl you know Carl Hoabs ain't never had no pumpkin pie!

But the most interesting part of this story to me was that his wife is his TA (that’s teaching assistant) and she was late. She arrived shortly after the cat story and when she did, he sort of calmed down. He was more relaxed and was more coherent than he had been the whole time.

That’s my story. I don’t think much commentary is needed.