Nothing really freaks you out like a weird hand shake. Yesterday, I saw two of my past Spanish professors. To start off with the language faculty are, admittedly, a little bit strange. I find I fit in pretty well.
One of the handshakes was an over the top, chest-high, palm squeeze. This means that there really was no grasp. It was a little odd. The next wasn't so much the handshake itself, but the after part. The professor rubbed my arm. Yep, straight up rubbed me. I didn't know if I should rub him back, or not, so I sided with caution and escaped.
My new job as a lab assistant is starting up. I'll be testing onions for the evil yellow spotted virus. I know, few are called to protect onions. I am one of these few onion protectors. Today we played used liquid nitrogen to crush up some onion sample. By the time it was my turn to crush we ran out of sample and the professor I work for had me "pretend" to crush a sample in liquid nitrogen, awesome!
I'm also starting up the old window washing business with a friend of mine in Logan. It should be fun. O'yeah, I should probably write a little bit more often, but we'll see.
Chronic Venous Insufficiency
8 years ago
2 comments:
We are excited to get to church tomorrow and Larry can try that rub the arm approach on your Dad. We will see if he exits quickly or reciprocates. I am guessing that he stands there and smiles. You should really blog more often Tyler, it entertains me :)
Like your new format better :)
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