Sunday, December 07, 2014
Murph’s Turf
-Well, we go coed next year! How am I...?
-To teach women?
-I’ve had such wretched luck.
-Oh, I don’t know, Bernice has stuck in there
and made you civil, if not civilized.
-She’s the Eighth Wonder!
-And! Your future resource when things get sticky.
-Will they? I’m worrying all the time!
-The Great Persona! The Character! The Legend!
Scholar, and brilliant and witty teacher! Jumps
into a pickup basketball game of students.
Is actually credible. Things heat up and he
exchanges four letter words! Whattaguy!
-All true, in more modest measure. Add ‘Walker
on Eggs’ now. I’ll prove more than cautious with
the young ladies.
-Be yourself!
-That’s looking for trouble.
-Hey! Don’t we all modify our acts as life wears on?
Why are you exempted? Well...you HAVE been.
A great ride heretofore!
-Retiring not out of the question.
-To what? Writing even more of those articles that seven
hermits in Iceland read? You’re a born teacher! Let ‘er rip!
-You give me contrary advice!
-Wait until the contrary sex gets ushered in!
-Harrowing image by itself! I’m doomed! It’ll lead off Action News.
Some stupid thing I say that forces every women in America to drop her Macy’s bag and man the barricades!
-You’ve deranged your mind with anxiety! Again, wait for the
actual girls. They don’t fall from some pure universe, instead
having angry and babbling fathers, and horny uncles.
-And boyfriends they’d like to kill?
-They won’t desire killing you. They’ll love you! You really don’t
have a worry in the world.
-Easy for you to say!
-Evidently, nothing is, for you.
Labels: anxiety, art of teaching, character, coed, difficulty of teaching, persona, scholarship, teaching, women
