Caitlan Moran is really funny - she wrote a TV series over here called Raised By Wolves that I found hysterical.
I think i'll add this to my beach read list for my holiday.
That title would work for this book as well, at least so far.
Apparently the book is the second in a trilogy; the first is
How to Build a Woman. But I'm glad I started with this one, as it takes me right back to being 14, only funnier.
I have quoted a former professor of mine several times here--"The battles in academia are so vicious because the stakes are so low." Tuesday I had lunch with an old college friend, during which said professor came up. We wondered if he was still alive, so we web-stalked him, and he is indeed still kicking at 82. I was quite shocked by this, as his being 82 now means that he was close to my age when I was taking classes from him, and I thought he was around 82 then.
But I digress. We learned that he had recently published a memoir about his days of being a college professor, so of course we promptly tracked it down. I picked up a copy yesterday, took a break from
How to Build a Girl, and read it straight through. There were places where I wanted to scream because there are things straight out his lectures; he had this one story that he ALWAYS told in class. He was giving a guest lecture in a class I was taking once and I was mentally off somewhere more interesting when I realized that he and the students were all staring at me and I had no idea why. My friend (the one from lunch, as it happens) hissed "He wants you to tell his Oregon story." I was and still am confused as to why he wanted
me to tell
his story (I may have zoned out as soon as he started talking--I could have given his entire lecture, and have given parts of it over the years), but I obliged and rattled it off, and there is it, virtually verbatim, on page 48. But that was just the beginning. It was like reliving my undergrad days all over again.
But the best part is that he talks about all the professors in the English Department. He names a few of them that he likes, but the rest are all given somewhat fake names that are no disguise at all to me. I know exactly who they all are, at least the ones who were there when I was.
No one else is likely to find this book entertaining, but may you all be blessed with a juicy tell-all about your teachers because

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