My broadcasting instructor is an idiot. Throughout the whole damn class time, he talked about ancient TV shows he grew up watching as a kid. Engineer Bill, Captain Kangaroo, Hobo Kelly, Skipper Frank, Big Gay Al, Mother Focker, Homo Erectus... it goes on and on. And when he finally asked us what we watched as kids -- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Sesame Street, Mr. Rogers, Transformers -- he seemed confused and went back to reminiscing about his glorious childhood with Bill*, the 60-year-old student that sits at the front.
Then somehow Mr. Dumbass Instructor changed the subject to the election. He took a survey on what the class thought of both presidential candidates. Here's a taste of the retardness that ensued.
- He dresses nice.
- He snowboards.
- He's from Massachusetts.
- He looks like a horse.
- He has cute daughters.
- He wife looks elegant.
- He sucks at giving speeches.
- He seems dumb. (oh the irony)
*I secretly call him "Blue" in my thoughts, not only because he always has a bright blue sweater on, but also because he reminds me of that geezer from OLD SCHOOL.