One of my favorite things is when I'm sitting at work in my little box of an office and my sociology professors walk past the little window I sit behind on their way to lunch. Their faces light up and they wave with such dorky fury, every time without fail, like parents at their child's middle school orchestra concert who don't realize how incredibly low their child has sunk into their chair. Except I don't feel embarrassed. Just a whole crap ton of love for these two delightfully weird and jolly men I call my teachers.
And, as if to affirm what I just wrote, they just called the phone I get paid to answer (from the table they're sitting at 15 feet away) to harass me. =P
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