Yo.
It's time to take a small preventive step and share a story that will eventually find its way to your ears. I do not think this story is that funny, in fact I'm slightly embarrassed by it. But a good friend of mine (whose last name coincides with the subject that I'm teaching) has been sharing it, so I'd better beat him to the punch. I had this awful dream about a raging penguin who was trying to kill me for some atrocity I'd committed against all penguins (I'm not sure what it was - the dream was vivid but not specific.) The murderous penguin was at least six feet tall and incredibly intelligent- it managed to track me all over the world. It eventually cornered me and I flat-body jumped awake. Unfortunately I had placed a chair in a corner which had a large pile of laundry strewn over it. I'm cursed with a slightly overactive mind and a large set of lungs - when I saw the penguin lurking in the corner waiting to deliver the finishing peck, I let a scream of complete unabashed terror escape. I spent the rest of the night trying to get back to sleep.
Here's the aftermath: the next day I was a little late for class and hurrying in that general direction when one of my neighbors grabbed me (literally,) stopped me, and asked if I was all right. I tried to blow it off, since I assumed it was social pulp, but he asked again. I assured him that I was fine, but late for class. He seemed greatly relieved, and explained that he'd heard me scream the night before. He thought he'd better check up on me. So keep this in mind - if I should happen to slip and while both flailing and falling manage to pin myself under my bookshelf (it's happened in GR) - I'm screwed, since my neighbor prefers to wait when checking up on screams.
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