Thursday, January 13, 2011


After a couple months of sparring with my somewhat pretentious English Professor my moment(s) of extreme vindication finally arrived.
He is and was the most conflicted liberal I've ever met.
Professor I-Know-More-Than-You continuously espoused his firm belief that President Obama would ascend to soaring Presidential heights in order to solve all of the world's ills. A Presidential Messiah, if you will.
This would be acceptable in a Government class. However, his breathy exaltations proved annoying when in the context of an English course.
Yet, he and his wife are also extreme Catholic pro-life activists who protested outside of Houston's new Planned Parenthood headquarters where Nancy Pelosi was on hand for the festivities.
He labeled my essay decrying the Obama administration repeal of the Mexico City Act which will funnel taxpayer money into the funding of abortion on an international scale as "bombastic" and "incendiary."
Conflicted, for sure.
Anyway, in a futile attempt to tug at our heartstrings and manipulate our emotions into compassion for struggling students on the campus he always tried to tell us the worst hard luck stories he could muster up.....he could have saved his breath.
Our class was comprised of students working several jobs, going to school and juggling family responsibilities.
We all know that attending college is a choice in which some sacrifices must be made. Therefore, his stories about his students in other classes teetering on the brink of starvation because of their tuition expense or working so hard they found themselves in near fatal car accidents just made most of us roll our eyes.
If those stories are true I think Professor Know-It-All was getting played for a fool by some calculating kids who knew they could milk him for vending machine money and/or an assignment extension.
So, one class period he fires up his propaganda machine and starts telling us the gut-wrenching story of one particularly unfortunate student of his who has been bounced around from foster home to foster home her entire life because her hippie mom abandoned her. She eventually goes to live with her grandma who arranges a much-anticipated reunion with the girl's mom who does show up but lets it slip within the girl's earshot that she only came because the grandma paid her to.
Sound familiar?
It should, because it's the main plot line of the classic book "The Great Gilly Hopkins."
Never one to restrain my thoughts I blurted out to Professor Know-It-All "Hey, by any chance is this girl named Gilly Hopkins?"
I won. I actually transformed a relatively shameless man into a state of embarrassed sheepishness as he strained to immediately change the subject to something else.
I'm positive Professor Know-It-All had previously enraptured countless classes with his harrowing tale of human misery that turned out to be completely fictional.
The moral of the story is to teach your kids not to be beholden to any one person and elevate them to an impossibly high status because for the most part people lie.
People do lie, but I hereby solemnly swear that this post is the honest truth. :)



We have an updated version of Windows Explorer that isn't compatible with blogger yet. As such I can't make my font bigger or edit my posts like I want to. Sorry about that.

Anonymous said...

I love love love love love this. You did awesome.

Deena said...

You are the coolest.

Nancy Face said...

If I had the misfortune of being in that professor's class, I would want to kick him in the face!

You, my friend, did sooo much better! SCORE! :D


I probably sound really heartless but I firmly believe that a thinning of the herd is always necessary.

If a student can't cut it in COMMUNITY COLLEGE they're going to have a tought transition to a major university. Therefore, coddling and excuse-making by a misguided Prof. is not going to help them at all.

Also, if the story is true and someone is really starving or pushing themselves to exhaustion then they need to step back, assess their situation and address it accordingly maybe even take a semester sabbatical.

We were mostly a group of cynical, overworked, jaded women who could have started a club and called it "Learned It The Hard Way." Why he thought we would go all maternal and pity these other students is beyond me. But I believe that he's so accustomed to foisting malarkey off on gullible younguns he wasn't expecting narrowed stared and crossed arms from all of us Old-Enough-To-Know Better ladies.


Also? He told me my writing was "bombastic" and "turgid" on several occasions.

I rebuffed his criticism by explaining that I'm passionate about my writing subjects. Why would I waste my time on a topic I don't care about?

Anyway, sweet revenge came my way when he was flogging a Houston Chronicle article about a new museum exhibit. He kept praising the author's overly descriptive passages chock full of enough adjectives to fill a lifetime of Mad Lib books.

Then he turned to us and asked "Who? Who in here can write magnificently like this?"

I immediately raised my hand and said "Me. But you tell me my writing is crap."

Defeated he slowly lowered the paper and admitted "You're right, Infidel. You DO write like this."


Super Happy Girl said...

"Me. But you tell me my writing is crap." HA!!

Little did he know The Smiling Infidel is well versed in all kinds of trivia, books, music, pickle hats, wild animals, puns, movies, political izzues and EVERYTHING else in between.

Super Happy Girl said...


Elizabeth-W said...

If I had been in that classroom, I would have fallen out of my chair laughing.:D

Carrot Jello said...


Lisa said...

You are awesome! I would love to be in a classroom with you!

J-Mom said...

I want to be in school with you too! My school is just full of boring peoples (yes, myself included!)