While waiting for to-go food at Panera:
Guy walks up and sits down in the “to-go” waiting area and sings a snippet of R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion.” He turns to his companion and says:
“That’s the first song I ever knew as a kid that I thought had deep meaning. I mean, like, I was really impressed that I figured out that the lyrics meant something and weren’t just words. I totally thought I knew what it meant.”
(pause)
“I didn’t. I’m still not sure I do now.”
(pause) Sings a bit more.
“R.E.M. is deep, man.”
Later that same evening, I indulge in a self-torture habit, which is looking myself up on ratemyprofessors. Only one comment from last semester has appeared. It’s from a deaf student who I KNOCKED myself out to help, but she just couldn’t understand the material. That may have had something to do with the fact that she NEVER watched the interpreter and tended to chat with her neighbor in ASL.
Here’s what she said:
“She is good teacher very understanding with concepts of the class teaching but with the written test she is so picking and myself being deaf i am struggle with grammers that she is picking with but i do understand the class concepts but written so picky so she gave me D+ She does 3 papers and 2 written test that overall for semester.”
Understanding comes the way it comes and in its own time. Or not. Damn grammers.
Deep, man.
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