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...and make the world a better place.
So there I was, nestling into my chair in the lecture theatre, sorting out my pages and pens, and this young guy sits next to me. Instantly I had that weird vibe you get when you know someone wants something from you, like a salesman. I tried to ignore him at first but he obviously wanted my attention by leaning too close. I have an unfortunate habit of attracting gay people (damn gypsy curse) but my spider sense was telling me this wasn't one.
So eventually he says, "Hi, I'm Mark" or whatever the fuck his name was. "Oh, hi, I'm S...." I reply politely. "So what made you want to become a teacher?" he asks. I go on about some crap and eventually I have to say "so that is my story, and you?"
At this point he talks about what studies he's been doing and very slyly includes the words "and I found Christianity in college", and continues with his story (which had something to do with wanting to make rockets or some shit). Immediately my alarm bells went off, but I had to ask. "So what has finding Christianity got to do with teaching?" I know, pretty obvious when you see it written down. But then he does something I didn't expect. He changed the subject to the tough time he had on his practice teaching excursion.
So I thought nothing further of it. That was until the halfway break during the lecture when he leans seductively across and says "So...do you know Jesus?"
"Don't even fucking talk to me about religion," I retort very rudely, "do I honestly look like an idiot that you can sell that shit to?"
Seriously. I hate these fucking squirmy little turds.
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