Ring ring goes the bell

The semester isn't over but it's going to take a lot to beat this particular exchange on my music exam in regards to an instrumental selection that I was to listen to and comment upon based on a few criteria like style, content, context of performance that fun stuff:

"content-if it's a song what is it about...?"
"The song is clearly about the struggle against the meaninglessness of existence. Obviously"
--------Comment---------"smartass"

I almost fell off my chair laughing. Made all the wose because I'd flipped thru the exam twice and not seen any comment at all because the difference in handwriting was not marked enough to be noticable (incomprehsible barely legible scrawl really doesn't have a lot of identifiers-I call it the Mike school of penmanship). Then I made a scene in class because it amused me so much-leaving me to just look completely mad. More completely mad than usual I suspect.
The toppermost of maturity on the part of all involved.

Before class a few of us were sitting in the other room. I was at the front computer, my legs over the arm of the chair. The other computer chair was occupied, a couple of random chairs had been located around the room. One person sat backwards on his chair while the chair in the corner was being used properly. At least one other person was in the room-standing. We were discussing the various merits and lacks thereof of coffee and coke esp in regards to treating hangovers.
"I tried to teach myself to like coffee. Because I wanted to be a beatnik, and it goes hand in hand. Plus it's good after a long night, you know."
I pointed out that Coke was a much better hangover cure and it tasted far yummier.
"That is so juvie."
"Juvie?"
"If you're mature enough to do that to yourself then you should be able to deal with coffee the next day."
"That's right-you should see it as pennance. Really bad tasting pennance."
"Hmmm," I said as I took a sip of my Coke.

Did a presentation today. It was-it was alright. It wasn't perfect, but God knows I tried. Yeh, it was about Todd. So I just blathered on about him his music the people the listen to his music and basically I played a bunch of his songs. I always get a huge kick out of sharing music and talking about songs-essentially the presentation was not that much different from an evening at my apartment-only with no beer or dog pestering my guests for attention. There was a bunch of stuff I would've like to have talked about---I didn't have a watch or other timekeeping device so I just talked until I had said most of what I wanted to say then I looked at e and said "Well, I don't have any way of conceptualizing time so-do you want me to stop or should I go on?"
"Is that how you're going to end yr papers at conferences?"
Yep, every one. I'm going to look for a familiar face and ask whomever that may be if my point has been successfully proven. Until I get an affirmative nod I will continue speaking-I will be a giant hit of epic proportions.

CultCon was cancelled tonight due to how a tornado or ten was whipping thru the area. I started home, following a rather strange and clumsy prayer that I make it home alive, then the sky opened up and the wind started and the truck was rocking. I couldn't see ahead of me, or to pull over. I was pretty sure I was going to wreck. Not die-but wreck. I also thought I might get blown away. I'd participated in a glib discussion about Dark Side of the Moon and the Wizard of Oz earlier...I was going to be blown to Kansas as punishment. At exit 6 I pulled off the highway-my crazy buddy J had called wondering if I was alright. He was thinking not about the horrible weather but about some of the East Nashville stuff that had been going on. We chatted through quite a bit of the storm-mostly about bluegrass music and eBay. Then I drove VERY CAREFULLY home. Only had to stop one more time after that-and the truck didn't stall until I was pulling into the driveway. Took me 2 hours to make an hour and fifteen minute drive. I was terrified-since I am an NPR junkie I had the radio on most of the time and seemed like everytime a new tornado warning was called I was driving into the area-I drove thru 3 areas with warnings and when I got home Nashville was under warning. Haven't seen any hail or funnels clouds. Being from the midwest I have both a great deal of respect and a simultaneous lack of concern for tornadoes. I've had more than one pass overhead, seen the damage and barely escaped harm. It is a rare summer that some nearby area didn't get hit with destructive winds-when I was in grade 8 (grade 9?) less than 3 miles away from my parents house a neighborhood was almost destroyed by horizontal winds. Mik and I sat in the basement drinking bottled cappucinos in the dark. I'd gone down to the IGA for snacks right before the storm hit-I was 14 (15?) so there was no driving for me. Mummy and Daddy were off someplace. No idea where. A girl I was friends with was driving by when I was close to home-maybe a half mile at the most. She took me back to the house in her car. Finals were the next day-but they were cancelled. Midwestern childhood-two feet of snow? Regular schooldays. Three weeks of ice storms? Regular school days. Tornado? Finals cancelled.
People are very afraid of winds-I can't imagine many other times when classes would be cancelled at a university-but they were cancelled tonight. Course, if a blizzard hit Bowling Green, KY...if 31W was covered with 18 inches of fresh powder....somehow, I suspect classes would be cancelled..
I'd rather not test this hypothesis when I'm up there tho.