My sophomore year of college I took a communication theory and research class. There was a total of seven people, including the teacher. It was all girls. Best class ever, except when we actually had to do work. Then it kinda sucked cuz it was a rather obnoxious subject matter, there was a bunch of different theories we had to learn about. All of them were on the same topic and the names generally sounded similar, I could tell you different theories but not their names now. At the end of the semester we did a huge research project that kicked my ass. I was so scarred that I can no longer say no to people asking me to fill out surveys. I can't help but empathize with their agony. It is extremely difficult to get people to take a short survey, most people are all like "I'll do it later, 'kay?" But they never come back.
I started this post off trying to get to the point of telling how I got the name of master of distraction. I ended up talking about the class instead. That is basically how I got the name though, during class I would manage to make a jump from a class topic to a random subject matter. We would be discussing different models of communication and then I would compare it to guava juice, then someone else in the class would say their opinion of guava juice and before anyone had realized it the entire class was way off topic. Half way through the semester my teacher realized I hat this ability and started to call me the Master of Distraction. It stuck. Anytime I am around me teacher and smoothly change the topic she makes comments about me being the Master. I generally laugh and change the topic again.
When I realized that I did that to myself when writing I decided to name my blog that. So that is the story. Super interesting right?
not really no.
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