While I'm here, Isabelle has dragged/taken/escorted me to an assortment of her lectures.
Some, I've played Stars through - because the lecturer could have put a can of paint to sleep - let alone watch it dry. Sheep jumping through the blackboard would have made it more interesting.
He's damned right there. Here I am, trapped in his laptops power supply, turning the dynamo to keep his game running, and I have to listen to the drivel!
The lecture on sleep and dreams was different...
First, the lecturer was funny. Not comedian funny - but close. A quick sidetrack to discuss the practical concerns of sleeping with a duck - yes, a duck - was a minor diversion in this class.
Secondly, the material. We worked through two or three dozen different sleep disorders of different types, discussing causes, some treatment points - even anecdotal evidence from the class...
One quick fire question - how many people present slept with a pillow between their legs...and about 7 slowly raised their hands...
Thirdly, the discussion. She involved everyone - even me. Such as the case of the unfortunate duck. A young lady of the audience could only sleep if her duck was in the bed.
This is only a small problem, you'd think? Well.....she couldn't get another duck...not the right duck. She'd tried. She had already restuffed and repaired it - the implication was several times.
And he asked if after being repaired so many times, it was even the same duck!
I was only joking...
She said you weren't helpful!
But with a smile.
Still, when was the last you seriously talked about sleeping with a duck?
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Today was another lesson on Dreams and Sleep. And as students came in the classroom the teacher would ask the girls if they were the "duck lady". And then she finally arrived.
The teacher proceeded to hand her a bag and in it was stuffed duck. She said a girl can never have enough ducks.
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