This reminds me of my undergrad days over 30 years ago. I was in my 30's and all my friends were older as well, and we all headed our classes with highest grades, etc. At the time, we were all married as well. One morning, a young man came up to us and said, since you guys lead the class in grades, I've been thinking if I can't beat you, I need to join you, so my girlfriend and I moved in together! (circa 1971)
I do think his grades improved since he wasn't running around every night. Will your classmates now want to be an English prof? #;>) Congrats!
In 2001, I thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail and collected data for my dissertation. I had taken the trail name "Turtle" as a symbol of my desire to be persistent, to be connected to the earth, etc. After about two months of hiking (400 some odd miles), I injured my piriformis -- a big muscle in my rear -- and left the trail for a month and a half of physical therapy. Yes, on my ass. The piriformis muscle, because it was injured, banged away on my sciatic nerve, making it impossible for me to sit, stand, lie down, or simply BE without pain.
Just before my completely self-sacrificing, wonderful, and ever-lovin' spouse, Footslogger, showed up in Damascus, Virginia, to collect my sad self and take me to a hospital where I could get good drugs and some rest, a couple of hiking friends (Chris and Triple Slim) stopped by the drug store, bought a little stuffed donkey, and brought it to me in a paper bag. They said, "Your trail name used to be Turtle. Now it's (drum roll, please) Bad Ass Turtle."
That donkey is now sitting on my desk, as a reminder for me to be who I truly am. Not just a bad ass, but Bad Ass Turtle.
Want to email me? Try badassturtle(at)gmail.
4 comments:
See...you DO fit nicely into the science nerd world. :) *laugh*
Woo hoo! We always knew you were a closet nerd! Way to go!!
Now, for your next trick...
Sheri
This reminds me of my undergrad days over 30 years ago. I was in my 30's and all my friends were older as well, and we all headed our classes with highest grades, etc. At the time, we were all married as well. One morning, a young man came up to us and said, since you guys lead the class in grades, I've been thinking if I can't beat you, I need to join you, so my girlfriend and I moved in together! (circa 1971)
I do think his grades improved since he wasn't running around every night. Will your classmates now want to be an English prof? #;>) Congrats!
I never doubted for a minute that you'd lead the class!
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