that's all I remember of Ethics.
I was telling this horror story last night over cocktails with friends. I will forever be scarred by that man with hair as red as fire.
I think it's funny how, in looking back at classes that took up entire semesters...or really anything that took up a significant amount of time in life, we latch on to specific moments. Insignificant moments.
I know we must have discussed important issues in Ethics, but when I think "Ethics" I will forever see a large red-headed man, leaning over my desk, pointing at the guy sitting behind me, and heatedly asking whether or not he believed that oral sex is sex. But all I got was, "Is ORAL SEX (a little spittle landing on my desk), sex?! ORAL SEX (spit everywhere)???!!!"
Why me? Why that seat? Why Ethics?
I wonder if that is why I am opposed to any conversation centered around Ethics.
I wonder if that is why I am so unethical.
Damn you you red-headed man. I blame you for my current state.
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2 comments:
Its good to see that situation has actually happened to someone else.
this is paul and your all stuck on sex this is cool
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