You noticed!! (Sorry, I didn’t mean to be sarcastic. But my experience has been along the line of being corrected when I try to wisecrack. Story in point: Presenting a model of a stage to a panel of lecturers (course: stage design, obviously). I built a revolving stage. I introduced my design as: “This is a revolting stage.” I grinned. The head of the department corrected me dead pan: “It’s called a revolVING stage.” I never again made the mistake of crediting professors with humour.)
No, I studied drama in South Africa. The professor used to be a theatre actor, fairly well known. Then he became a professor and I think he needed to portray gravitas to take himself seriously in this position. He was very aware of status. My “fondest” memory of him was when the new theatre at WITS university was inaugurated (with a Shakespear play, what else?). I was assistant director to our drama teacher and was tasked to do smalltalk with the VIPs during the interval. The vice chancellor of the university made a beeline for me (a year earlier he was still the professor of the German department and I was his “teacher’s pet”, we genuinely liked each other). Anyway we were talking animatedly, when the drama professor approached and physically (and rudely) pushed me out of the way. Only to be rebuffed by the Vice Chancellor stating: “Excuse me, I’m talking to Mrs Eklastic here.” He never let me forget this slight but I didn’t care, I savoured it.
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You noticed!! (Sorry, I didn’t mean to be sarcastic. But my experience has been along the line of being corrected when I try to wisecrack. Story in point: Presenting a model of a stage to a panel of lecturers (course: stage design, obviously). I built a revolving stage. I introduced my design as: “This is a revolting stage.” I grinned. The head of the department corrected me dead pan: “It’s called a revolVING stage.” I never again made the mistake of crediting professors with humour.)
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Not being stereotypical but was the professor German. I found it amusing anyway but obviously your grin wasn’t seen that way š¬
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No, I studied drama in South Africa. The professor used to be a theatre actor, fairly well known. Then he became a professor and I think he needed to portray gravitas to take himself seriously in this position. He was very aware of status. My “fondest” memory of him was when the new theatre at WITS university was inaugurated (with a Shakespear play, what else?). I was assistant director to our drama teacher and was tasked to do smalltalk with the VIPs during the interval. The vice chancellor of the university made a beeline for me (a year earlier he was still the professor of the German department and I was his “teacher’s pet”, we genuinely liked each other). Anyway we were talking animatedly, when the drama professor approached and physically (and rudely) pushed me out of the way. Only to be rebuffed by the Vice Chancellor stating: “Excuse me, I’m talking to Mrs Eklastic here.” He never let me forget this slight but I didn’t care, I savoured it.
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Isn’t that fantastic. At least he didn’t use your nickname and call your Mrs Knickers šš
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š¤£ I didn’t have that monicker yet. Thank heavens! He wouldn’t have understood!
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!!!!!
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