Okay. I'm taking this class on folklore.
It's nothing great, but there are two redeemable things that allow me to enjoy it:
1.) The teacher has a strange voice. Imagine if Kermit the Frog had an Irish accent but Americanized it thirty years ago. It's not "laugh at him" strange. It's more "the more I hear it the cooler it gets" strange. Does that make sense? I don't think it did.
Anyway, I enjoy listening to the guy. (Also, I do a dead-on impression of him. And used the impression to create a very popular character in theatre class.)
2.) Crazy Actor Guy is in it. If you don't remember him, here's a recap: He's the guy from my Children's Literature class who made twenty minute presentations which consisted of nothing but random non-sequiturial facts he found on the internet and videos of him running around in a unitard.
I didn't mention this before because I thought nothing would come of it. We aren't required to make any presentations, so I didn't think I'd get to be exposed to his insanity again. We always sit on different sides of the room and never talk to each other.
On Wednesday, we turned in our term papers. No big event.
But then the teacher asked if anyone would like to stand up and tell the class about their papers.
Yeah.
You see where I'm going with this.
The term papers were simple. All we had to do was find an aspect of folklore, like a song that had been passed down or a ghost story in an office building, and then interview people who knew about it.
His paper was about several non-related deaths. The two stories that stick out in my mind were of a friend of his who died in a fire and how Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire are apparently buried together.
It was a little weird, but nothing like what he used to do. That is, until I noticed something...
The teacher hadn't announced that he was going to let us present them. In fact, he made no indication that we were going to do anything but turn them in.
During Crazy Actor Guy's presentation, he was holding up newspaper articles and internet print outs. These weren't part of his paper, either. He was just digging through his notebook, taking them out as he needed them.
Which means he was just carrying these things around with him for no reason. That struck me as a little odd. But then I thought, "Hey, they're related to his paper, right? Maybe he just wanted to share them with the teacher." But then...
Near the end of his presentation, the teacher asked how he fit all these deaths into his 10-page paper.
And Crazy Actor Guy said, "I just wrote about my friend. I just wanted to share these other ones with the class. I like to find newspaper clippings and internet articles about people's deaths. I collect them."
I don't know how this translates in text. But there was just something really... creepy about the way he said this. REALLY creepy.
So this means that he just randomly carries around an entire notebook filled with articles related to random deaths. For no reason. All the time.
Personally, I can no longer laugh this guy off. His insanity isn't fun anymore. I'm now genuinely worried about the contents of his freezer.
Anyway, his presentation lasted fifteen minutes. The teacher asked him to wrap things up about ten minutes into it and was practically ignored.
Cripes...
It's nothing great, but there are two redeemable things that allow me to enjoy it:
1.) The teacher has a strange voice. Imagine if Kermit the Frog had an Irish accent but Americanized it thirty years ago. It's not "laugh at him" strange. It's more "the more I hear it the cooler it gets" strange. Does that make sense? I don't think it did.
Anyway, I enjoy listening to the guy. (Also, I do a dead-on impression of him. And used the impression to create a very popular character in theatre class.)
2.) Crazy Actor Guy is in it. If you don't remember him, here's a recap: He's the guy from my Children's Literature class who made twenty minute presentations which consisted of nothing but random non-sequiturial facts he found on the internet and videos of him running around in a unitard.
I didn't mention this before because I thought nothing would come of it. We aren't required to make any presentations, so I didn't think I'd get to be exposed to his insanity again. We always sit on different sides of the room and never talk to each other.
On Wednesday, we turned in our term papers. No big event.
But then the teacher asked if anyone would like to stand up and tell the class about their papers.
Yeah.
You see where I'm going with this.
The term papers were simple. All we had to do was find an aspect of folklore, like a song that had been passed down or a ghost story in an office building, and then interview people who knew about it.
His paper was about several non-related deaths. The two stories that stick out in my mind were of a friend of his who died in a fire and how Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire are apparently buried together.
It was a little weird, but nothing like what he used to do. That is, until I noticed something...
The teacher hadn't announced that he was going to let us present them. In fact, he made no indication that we were going to do anything but turn them in.
During Crazy Actor Guy's presentation, he was holding up newspaper articles and internet print outs. These weren't part of his paper, either. He was just digging through his notebook, taking them out as he needed them.
Which means he was just carrying these things around with him for no reason. That struck me as a little odd. But then I thought, "Hey, they're related to his paper, right? Maybe he just wanted to share them with the teacher." But then...
Near the end of his presentation, the teacher asked how he fit all these deaths into his 10-page paper.
And Crazy Actor Guy said, "I just wrote about my friend. I just wanted to share these other ones with the class. I like to find newspaper clippings and internet articles about people's deaths. I collect them."
I don't know how this translates in text. But there was just something really... creepy about the way he said this. REALLY creepy.
So this means that he just randomly carries around an entire notebook filled with articles related to random deaths. For no reason. All the time.
Personally, I can no longer laugh this guy off. His insanity isn't fun anymore. I'm now genuinely worried about the contents of his freezer.
Anyway, his presentation lasted fifteen minutes. The teacher asked him to wrap things up about ten minutes into it and was practically ignored.
Cripes...
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