We had a lecture today by a very peculiar prof. He fluctuated between funny, rude, interesting, irreverent, and sarcastic. He was asking a lot of questions during the lecture and people were being fairly silent (as he would hear an answer and say something like, "who said that?" and then find the person in the crowd and say "no, that's wrong").
Near the end he asked about ECT and if anyone had any opinions on it.
Another long dead silence.
I finally offered, "it can be a very useful treatment for certain patients".
Him: "What kind of patients"
Me: "Patients with depression"
Him: "What kind of depression"
Me: "Severe depression, like catatonic depression*"
Him: "You are completely right. You are going places."
Yeah, like the 7th circle of adult-learner-nerd-never-going-to-make-friends-hell.
I searched for a way to climb into my empty pop bottle.
Tonight while walking to do laundry I saw a group of guys from my class (who I hardly know except in passing). They waved and then as I passed one yelled,
"HEY! YOU'RE GOING PLACES!"
Yeah, thanks for that Mr. Prof Doctor Weird Man.
*I only said this not because I am a super-nerd-gunner but because I worked in acute psyche as a student nurse (and as a casual for a year after I graduated). I was amazed by the recovery that some of our most desperately ill patients made from ECT and was always dismayed by the bad rap that ECT got in the media/medical field. I was trying to give it a little plug while I had the opportunity. Now I basically have a 'kick me' sign on my back. Sigh, oh well!