Made the Big Times!

Last week, the Coyote came out with the Oscar issue- except instead of looking at movies, they vote on Best Professor, Best Class, Best Dressed, Best Administrator, Staff Member, Custodian, etc. The history department, no surprise, swept the field. They won pretty much everything, so congratulations to them. One of the awards is Biggest Party Animal and again, it's no surprise that the Biggest Male Party animal is a former student of mine...

Which brings me to the fact that I have clearly made a difference in student's lives. I've hit the big times. Here is a direct quote from my student who was asked the question: What professor would you pick as a bayroot (beer pong) parter?

"It would be a tough choice between Professor Angie Ivie and Professor Michal Yadlin. Thought I'm not sure, I'm willing to be Professor Yadlin probably played in the tournament when she went to school here, so I think she would be the most experienced professor on campus. Most experienced and I think she would be a really fun partner whether we lost or not. We would put up quite the fight. YADLIN RULES!!!!!!"

This does bring me to a favorite story of the summer, yet told on this blog. I had just come back from Nottingham and met Roni in City Centre to go to Tommy's house for a party. Just as we arrived, a beer pong game had finished and so we were recruited to be partners to play the next game. We were playing against a drunk, anti-American Royal Marine who had about three insults/put-downs that he used over and over and over again. He was the epitome of obnoxious/someone who things he's God's gift to the world. Just FYI: he is not. I'm a pretty terrible player but found that if I aimed with my left hand, I was a far better player. We finally got down to one cup each and then, for nearly eternity, we kept missing. Everyone around the table watching us just wanted the game to end, including us. This guy kept using his same three insults and we were pretty much the favorite underdogs. Finally, finally, finally, I sunk the winning shot (with my left hand!). No joke, there was pandemonium... everyone erupted in cheers and applause, we were hugged and high-fived, it was pretty incredible.

The moral of the story is:

1. at least one student wants to play bayroot with me

2. bayroot is a stupid game

3. I'm a far better bayroot player with my left instead of right hand.

The end.