unnamed wrote:
Yeah, I hate suddenly learning how I've been screwing up with people for the past 41 years. I kind of miss the days when I was blissfully unaware of my faux pas, but I'm getting better at accepting myself and realizing that I'm never going to automatically know how to act in social situations. I remember that my first formal exposure to "social truths" was 20 years ago in my college sociology class. I threw fits and yelled at that professor nearly every class period, because the stuff he said made absolutely no sense to me. I knew I didn't think the way he claimed people did, and I drove him absolutely nuts arguing. I had a 96 average in that class, and yet he gave me a B because I shouted at him in front of the class. By the time I graduated, he'd been promoted to dean of the liberal arts school and I had to shake his hand when I received my diploma. I have a photo of this, and it's so funny. I've got this big open-mouthed grin on my face, like WOOT!! and I knew he was thinking how happy he was to finally get rid of me!!
oh, my gawd! reading your post above was as if I wrote it about MY sosh prof! He
hated me because he thought I was just some over intelligent b*tch ranting at him about his intellectual insecurities! When I told him I had 'sat in' on a class at UCSD in the 60's and
argued with his idol B.F Skinner, I though he was going to die of a heart attack right there on the podium!
In all fairness,
that should have tipped him off that I was more 'unique' than bitchy. . .but he was a professor in a backwoods state college and who knew if he had the ability to synthesize that and suss it out.
anyway, your story sparked a memory in me and I wanted to share it with you! My prof is still a prof in the Sosh department and I . . .I am long gone.
Merle