Anthropology Item

Monday. A usually exhausting day. And in fact it is. Gone to the library around two in the afternoon and did my thesis. Accomplished something today. A good start I think. Left at around 3:45, ate lunch [a little late but hey, welcome to college!] at Casaa and walked three floors to my class - Anthropology 182 which is commonly known as Culture and personality.
Talk about another. The teacher sucks. Everybody, I'm sure they'll admit it, hate that class. The subject perse is great - culture and personality, but the teacher makes it into a waste of time. Totally boring. I remember the first meeting. Shocked is the word for it. Brief description of the professor: boring, old, and horny. There is basis for that of course.
Horny. You see he is also my teacher in Anthropology 187 which is famously known as SEX and CULTURE. Slots in this subject are most coveted of among electives. But to my dismay, it is exactly the opposite. One phrase about this subject and the teacher: HE MAKES SEX BORING. He's the only person I know who could do that. One of my classmates even said and I quote: "He is boredom personified." Exactly. So you might ask, why do I say he is horny then. As I have said, he's my teacher in Anthro 182. And most of his examples are in relation to sex. It seems like there ain't any differentiation between the two.
Boring. Need I say more?
Old. He is in fact old. His hair is white and has several lines on his forehead. Somebody in the class even remarked, "Mukha syang Bangkay." Of course I noticed that too but that remained in the whispers and notes I shared with my friends.
And he always wear this denim jacket that looks as old as he is.
I know, I'm rude but that's the reality. Though it seems like he knows what he's teaching us. I mean he's a lawyer of some sort for God's sake.
But to some degree I like this professor too. He isn't strict in attendance. You see, he just asks somebody for a paper and we write our names and student number and sign it after. So what we always do, me and my friends, is fake the penmanship of whoever is/are absent among us.
One thing more, he comes to class late. So Sheila and I always has time for our yosi. :)