Five Notches Down
A couple weeks ago I stated jokingly to some girls at church that my brain had problems. Obviously, it doesn't work perfectly all the time, but I wasn't genuinely concerned at that time. Recently, however, it has seemed extra scattered.
A week and a half ago, I performed poorly on a quiz/exam (might have had something to do with my 3.5 hours of sleep).
Last Tuesday I almost missed one of my classes. The class is normally held on Mondays, but was moved because of MLKJr Day. Probably the first suggestion was that it be held last Wednesday from 8 - 10 am. That is what became cemented in my memory, and I even wrote it down in my planner when I was filling stuff in later on. Last Tuesday came along and I was on my way to the gym on campus when I heard my name called. I was informed that class was occuring right then (it had been going for almost 0.5 hours). Befuddled and thinking that my classmates had failed to tell me of the change, I went to class. After getting my papers out, I noticed an enscription: "Tuesday 1 pm." Fabulous. So to all appearances I had been told and it was completely my fault for forgetting. I hadn't done my assignment yet, but was granted mercy and allowed to do it later.
Last Friday I was at a youth meeting at my minister's house. There is a sort of joke that involves a glass pop bottle sitting on a table with a match book balanced on top. I was told to start across the living room with my arm extended and my right hand fingers prepared to flick the match book off the pop bottle. Upon reaching the table I was to perform a flicking action over the match book. I was to repeat the whole process twice, and on the second repeat I was to flick the book off. I completely forgot to actually try to flick the book off, but proceeded stupidly as on the previous two occasions. (The point of the joke is that many people misjudge the spatial relation between their fingers and the match book. Therefore, my failure was probably suspected but not for the reason it occured.)
And then there was the Spoonerism that issued from my mouth when we were asked what color the sheep were that Jacob stole from Laban: "spited and stropped" instead of "spotted and striped" (obviously those are not colors, anyway). That, however, I find to be amusing and not disturbing.
A week and a half ago, I performed poorly on a quiz/exam (might have had something to do with my 3.5 hours of sleep).
Last Tuesday I almost missed one of my classes. The class is normally held on Mondays, but was moved because of MLKJr Day. Probably the first suggestion was that it be held last Wednesday from 8 - 10 am. That is what became cemented in my memory, and I even wrote it down in my planner when I was filling stuff in later on. Last Tuesday came along and I was on my way to the gym on campus when I heard my name called. I was informed that class was occuring right then (it had been going for almost 0.5 hours). Befuddled and thinking that my classmates had failed to tell me of the change, I went to class. After getting my papers out, I noticed an enscription: "Tuesday 1 pm." Fabulous. So to all appearances I had been told and it was completely my fault for forgetting. I hadn't done my assignment yet, but was granted mercy and allowed to do it later.
Last Friday I was at a youth meeting at my minister's house. There is a sort of joke that involves a glass pop bottle sitting on a table with a match book balanced on top. I was told to start across the living room with my arm extended and my right hand fingers prepared to flick the match book off the pop bottle. Upon reaching the table I was to perform a flicking action over the match book. I was to repeat the whole process twice, and on the second repeat I was to flick the book off. I completely forgot to actually try to flick the book off, but proceeded stupidly as on the previous two occasions. (The point of the joke is that many people misjudge the spatial relation between their fingers and the match book. Therefore, my failure was probably suspected but not for the reason it occured.)
And then there was the Spoonerism that issued from my mouth when we were asked what color the sheep were that Jacob stole from Laban: "spited and stropped" instead of "spotted and striped" (obviously those are not colors, anyway). That, however, I find to be amusing and not disturbing.
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