I can’t believe I’m blogging regularly so recently; I mean I haven’t had the focus to pull off my last semester requirements. But since this anecdote is seriously so funny it’ll raise the roof, read closely. Okay so I was in my BC 196 class yesterday and we had this awesome professor who did some sort of psychology-related activity that can project what type of persons we are.
So he instructed us to write down our favorite color, animal and, for some reason, body of water. But not as directly as possible, he told us to jot our favorites down through descriptive words. If you don’t get it, it’s like the words “calm, relaxing” for the color blue, or “nocturnal, stiff” for the bird owl. And therefore we did, we honestly wrote what we were asked to.
Afterwards, our prof finally reveals why we were told to do the activity: It was supposed to get to know ourselves “more.” You see, the descriptions for our favorite color was allegedly how others see us; that of our favorite animal was what we want people to see in us; and finally, that of our favorite body of water was… the current state of our, yes, sex life.
As expected, everyone burst into a rowdy laughter.
The best answers were killers: