Our prof is eloquently enlightening us to the fact that we have been butchering the spanish language for the past 8 years. Awesome.
Faint Music: Piano Man
15 minutes. Students behind whisper about the strange music coming from...? The window? Curious. They ignore it and continue to soak in the knowledge.
20 minutes...Giggling from the back. It's getting louder. Is that...Dylan?
I'm looking out the window, chuckling as well to the now not so faint music that's adding an interesting twist to this Friday's class.
Good taste, I think.
The prof stops. Asks us in his british accent what's so funny. Someone explains about the musac coming from...the window? An ipod? Does anyone have an Ipod?
Me: (thinking outloud). I have an ipod. Is it mine? Eh, let me...check. er... yep, sorry guys! It's mine...errrr. Awkwardddd. These two chuckle.
Prof: It appears they didn't take to your taste in music.
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