the effects of a phd

every monday through friday i spend roughly eighteen hours in class. i take notes; i read the slides; i read the handouts; and yes, i listen. during this week, the fourth week of school for this semester, i was surprised to hear what some of my professors had to say. i, honestly, don't believe they think we are actually listening. or maybe the constant studying and paper writing our professors were tortured with during graduate school has now caused a severe case of...honesty. dear faculty and staff at texas christian university, we are listening...

"if a man and a woman were married in their mid-twenties and have been married now for fifty years, chances are they will face the challenge of sexual problems. well, except my marriage. my wife and i definitely don't have a problem having sex."
thought: uh, yuck. too much information from...anyone, let alone your professor.

"what if i said my wife is ugly? well, she could be ugly. God did create some ugly women."
thought: and He created some ungrateful men.

"would it be completely inappropriate to give you a hug? well, would it?"
thought: yes. yes, it would.