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When I saw this course is to be taught by a Dr. Michael O'Conner, it reminded me of a joke me and a bud did when we were at University.
I'm sure most of you have had arrogant, pompous profs who take their titles way to seriously. Anyways one day I overheard one of my profs addressing a student, and in an ignorant tone demanded he be called DOCTOR, not Professor. So for days on end all the little brown nosers would run around saying, "Oh Doctor, Doctor, can I set up an appointment," and naturally this idiot would ablidge, stomach sucked in, a deeper vocal tonality as if to revel in his Doctoralship.
So one day I've had enough of this poser prancing around with his little brown nose wanna be groupies in tow when my friend collapses on cue and I start yelling, "Is there a Doctor in the house? Is there a Doctor in the house?" Sure enough the prof comes running and I say, "No, not Doctor as in a paper doctor, A REAL DOCTOR." The look on his face was priceless.
Anyways, he didn't like me at all. Not because I put the fucking windbag in his place, but because as a lowly undergrad student, I fucking knew more about advanced jazz theory than he did and he was teaching the freaking course. Doctor,...tsk tsk.
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" In Canada, you can tell the most blatant lie in a calm voice, and people will believe you over someone who's a little passionate about the truth." David Warren, Western Standard.
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