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Hm - my original degree was in poly sci with a minor in sociology.
Discovering that the big menacing black dude working the hot line at one particular little chow facility was a sweetheart and made the best ham and cheese omelets ever - but his thug look kept most people from coming in to eat there so there was almost never a line made breakfasts fun. He also made killer home fries and a wicked good cup of coffee.
First day of one 100 level poly sci class, tall Black Pantheresque throwback. NO matter what, every argument boiled down to 'oppress the black man'. And yes, he had the fro, the fist and the dashiki. It got bad enough that the prof would preface every day's class by telling him to sit down, not everything was the black man being oppressed by the white man, and that the subject of the day was <insert whatever that generally had absolutely nothing to do with race relations> until the guy finally got up and stormed out halfway through the second month screaming about oppression. *sigh*
An ab psych class opening the year with the prof telling us that by the end of the semester we would think everybody we knew was nuts and needed psychiatric care. *shrug* Just because people manage to hit a few of the diagnostic criteria from the DSM doesn't mean they have whatever, so it didn't bother me.
Auditing an anatomy class that one of my BFs was taking that got me in to see a full autopsy and I was one of the few first timers that didn't lose breakfast and the prof thought I was the cutest little girl ever [and trying to convince me to switch to premed.]
planning on missing graduation because I was still not overly steady on my feet from a broken leg - so a couple of the football scholarship guys convinced me to go watch and they grabbed my chair and carried me up to get my sheepskin.
Discovering that the big menacing black dude working the hot line at one particular little chow facility was a sweetheart and made the best ham and cheese omelets ever - but his thug look kept most people from coming in to eat there so there was almost never a line made breakfasts fun. He also made killer home fries and a wicked good cup of coffee.
First day of one 100 level poly sci class, tall Black Pantheresque throwback. NO matter what, every argument boiled down to 'oppress the black man'. And yes, he had the fro, the fist and the dashiki. It got bad enough that the prof would preface every day's class by telling him to sit down, not everything was the black man being oppressed by the white man, and that the subject of the day was <insert whatever that generally had absolutely nothing to do with race relations> until the guy finally got up and stormed out halfway through the second month screaming about oppression. *sigh*
An ab psych class opening the year with the prof telling us that by the end of the semester we would think everybody we knew was nuts and needed psychiatric care. *shrug* Just because people manage to hit a few of the diagnostic criteria from the DSM doesn't mean they have whatever, so it didn't bother me.
Auditing an anatomy class that one of my BFs was taking that got me in to see a full autopsy and I was one of the few first timers that didn't lose breakfast and the prof thought I was the cutest little girl ever [and trying to convince me to switch to premed.]
planning on missing graduation because I was still not overly steady on my feet from a broken leg - so a couple of the football scholarship guys convinced me to go watch and they grabbed my chair and carried me up to get my sheepskin.
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