Let's get drunk and talk about rationality In a not very well thought out plan of adventure, Mooke and I decided to convene at the Powerplant today at a ridiculously early hour and drink. And drink we did. By the time my class rolled around at three thirty, I had two pints sloshing around in me, as well as one litre of coffee- a veritable walking water balloon; I should have been leaking every few steps. So, my Edpy 442 lecture went swimmingly, as I can tell by the fluid and nonsensical notes I ended up taking. Realistically, it was a short brisk buzz, but fuck I'm dumb. I can't believe I actually did this. Again. I mean, you'd think I'd learn these things the first and second time- but I just got carried away. At least it wasn't as bad as being buzzed in Art 131 on a painting day. My god. Everything dissipitated by the time EDIT 202 rolled around though, and we listened to two old computer savvy ladies from St. Marguerite's go on about ICT standards. At one point in the lecture, the younger one was telling an anecdote related to double checking your links before presenting them in a class, as she'd had a link for a site about the Titanic, that was not involving a boat...And the older lady piped up and said, "She really means that it was for Titanic TITTIES!" People were shocked for about two seconds, before they were screaming with laughter- this same lady later told a terrible story about how "it was so funny that Billy found a used condom on the playground. I simply told him to put in the garbage, and made up an insect name for it." It was uncomfortably bad, because then she started talking about how "we didn't have AIDS to worry about in the early nineties" (you slutty slutty children). I mean, really....you're an elementary teacher for fashlugginah's sake. But, no one ever said Ed-anybodies were smart, I tell yoo wot.
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