AGAIN!!??

I've changed my mind...college is exactly like high school, just a little different (and bigger) pond. From the teachers, to the crazy amount of homework, to all the different kinds of students, we're living the same dream all over again...and there are days that that is good...but then there are those other days. This fact was permanently ingrained in my head this morning in biology class.

Anyone who took physics with me Junior year I'm sure has a strong but unpleasant memory lodged in the back of your mind. No matter how you try you cannot remove the image of a certain teacher who made it a point to become a living breathing example of the mating rituals of...yep you guessed it....Prairie chickens. Need I remind you of the clucking noises, the frantic stepping, or the imitation "ear feathers" and inflated vocal pouches? It was with great relief that I heard that Hargrove did not get the open position at Millikin this fall, because I figured I could erase the memory forever and someday probably get over the scars it left. Not so. This morning our teacher brought in a model of a bird and mary, who sat next to me, commented with a chuckle that she hoped that wasn't a prairie chicken. I told her she was a jerk for bringing up such a painful subject but we both had a good laugh. It wasn't until the lecture progressed through selection of mates, typical breeding models, and mating competition that we realized this was a little too close for comfort. Then to our horror, the teacher showed an all too familiar picture of a crowd of prairie chickens in the grass. ...and she proceeded to show us how it was done....and even worse, she made us get up and try it ourselves (it took her a good 30 seconds to convince us that she was really serious...I've never seen anything so funny...). Granted, her version was significantly more tame than the one I saw in my "past life"...but it has given me cause to wonder. Will I be plagued forever??

On that note I wish you a very good weekend in which you stay in your dorms or at least away from crazy biology teachers. If you would like to join the Students in Avoidance of Prairie Chickens Association (SAPCA), please let me know as soon as possible (or call 1 800 NO PRAIRIE). What should our motto be? Send me your votes...