4.11.2001
Sometimes the students in a class connect; sometimes they go every day and don't interact at all. I'm sure a variety of factors contribute to this phenomenon, including the girl/boy ratio, the subject matter, the time of the class, and the adherance of the classroom to the tenets of Feng Shui. One of my classes has been silent for most of the semester, but today we walked into the room and there was a pile of poo in the middle of the floor. Not a huge pile, mind you, but large enough to be noticed. It seemed a cat or dog must have meandered into the building. This little deposit sparked a great deal of conversation from the class, and since the teacher was pretty late, everyone got to talk. Not just about the crap in the room, but regular, hanging-out, shooting-the-shit talk.

After class, the significance of the event hit me. Now maybe I am taking this metaphor (or whatever) too far, but shit brings people together. The common meaning for shit in that quip is "hardships" or "rough times." In this case, it was quite literal. Now, whenever I see a girl from that class around campus and I don't know what to say, I can always pull a quick save with, "So...how about that poo?"
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