writer-of-wrongs: Today my history professor, a rumpled, pot-bellied guy in his mid thirties,...

writer-of-wrongs:

Today my history professor, a rumpled, pot-bellied guy in his mid thirties, walked into class looking all excited, which made the rest of us nervous, because he’s known for pop quizzes. He took a deep breath and said, “I have been waiting for this moment my entire teaching career. So please, pull out your textbooks and…” in a British accent, glowering at us all ferociously, “TURN TO PAGE THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR.”

We. All. DIED.

I AM COMPLETELY SERIOUS.