Exciting Toot!

My last year of college, I had a professor who was a little, and by "little" I mean extremely, on the quirky side. She was disorganized and animated, and just different. She was hilarious. At the beginning of the semester, I was getting frustrated with her weird antics, so my friend told me,
"Think of her as a cartoon character brought to life and dropped into our classroom."

It was fabulous advice and I took it and ran with it. And oh man did I laugh in that class as she got excited over the strangest things and her pot belly shook as she moved in unison with her mood elevations.

One evening, the area was expecting snow the following day and as she lived in NYC and the university was in Stamford, CT, she emailed us saying,
"I know you are all sad to hear this, but we won't be meeting tomorrow." I laughed hysterically because I knew she wasn't being sarcastic. She really believed that we were all sad to not have her class. Then I proceeded to jump up and down for joy.

I was in my bedroom at the time with my boyfriend laughing next to me, so I ran downstairs to tell my mother the good news, my only Thursday class and last class of the week was cancelled! I had a four-day weekend! And as I was going down the stairs, I paused for a moment and let out a nice, big fart! I could hear my boyfriend laughing from the bedroom at my lady-like gas passing and so I turned around and said, "I got so excited, I couldn't hold it."
When I got downstairs, I told my mom the good news and then told her about the far and she turned to me and said,
"you wouldn't hold it in even if you weren't excited."

Well there, I wasted precious minutes of your life telling you a story about a fart. But yeah, this professor ended up continuing her craziness. She wore her sweater on her head and rode her chair to impersonate a woman with long black hair riding a horse; she pretended like she was a messenger for God and let us challenge the rules of the Bible; she was crazy! Definitely served for an intriguing semester.