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dream
back at JHU. walking from building B to the AMRs. i suddenly see Dr. ******, one of my professors, walking with his kid, who is in his late 20s. the son looks like a awkward 14 year old in a adults body.
Dr: "why did you take so long to acknowledge me as your father?"
son: "i don't know, dad... i mean, i have to do this all the time! it's hard when you're a teacher and i'm a student here. would it be so bad if i didn't? they wouldn't know. they don't even care! why do i have to say i'm your kid EVERY time? it's embarassing."
i'm stunned, because Dr. **** is one of my favorite teachers, one of the nicest guys i have EVER met. someone who tries very, very hard to care about family, students. a person that goes through great lengths to oblige. i had to resist a strong urge to run over and slap the kid.
Dr.: "ok. you don't have to if you don't want to." being the nice person he was, this was not said sarcastically, but softly. nor was it said in a sad, look-what-you-did-to-your-father voice, but very business-like, to minimize the guilt his son would feel.
Dr.**** walked a tiny bit faster. his pace betraying the turmoil he felt, athough nothing else about him did. the son turned and went into his building. i looked up and saw, SOCIOLOGY. a sociology grad student.
i was pretty disgusted with the son. i sat in the grass. there were some undergrads playing. to my surprise, they were breaking. on the grass. eventually, there were 2 kids, engaged in a break battle. i recognized one of the bystanders(s**) and one of the breakers (j**). j** eventually lost, too tired to bust another move. how was it possible to break on grass, i wondered? WHY were they breaking?
/dream
yakob at 1:46 PM
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back at JHU. walking from building B to the AMRs. i suddenly see Dr. ******, one of my professors, walking with his kid, who is in his late 20s. the son looks like a awkward 14 year old in a adults body.
Dr: "why did you take so long to acknowledge me as your father?"
son: "i don't know, dad... i mean, i have to do this all the time! it's hard when you're a teacher and i'm a student here. would it be so bad if i didn't? they wouldn't know. they don't even care! why do i have to say i'm your kid EVERY time? it's embarassing."
i'm stunned, because Dr. **** is one of my favorite teachers, one of the nicest guys i have EVER met. someone who tries very, very hard to care about family, students. a person that goes through great lengths to oblige. i had to resist a strong urge to run over and slap the kid.
Dr.: "ok. you don't have to if you don't want to." being the nice person he was, this was not said sarcastically, but softly. nor was it said in a sad, look-what-you-did-to-your-father voice, but very business-like, to minimize the guilt his son would feel.
Dr.**** walked a tiny bit faster. his pace betraying the turmoil he felt, athough nothing else about him did. the son turned and went into his building. i looked up and saw, SOCIOLOGY. a sociology grad student.
i was pretty disgusted with the son. i sat in the grass. there were some undergrads playing. to my surprise, they were breaking. on the grass. eventually, there were 2 kids, engaged in a break battle. i recognized one of the bystanders(s**) and one of the breakers (j**). j** eventually lost, too tired to bust another move. how was it possible to break on grass, i wondered? WHY were they breaking?
/dream
yakob at 1:46 PM