Rock, Paper, Scissors?

New Business Development. That's what my Thursdays revolve around. It's this fascinating little class where the teacher tells us all about his KFC franchise and what we need to do in order to possibly get enough money to start our own businesses. The whole point of the class is to learn how to write up a business plan that you could show investors/lenders.

There are two main projects in this class: the business plan itself, and a group project. Of course. Because nothing says business like making small talk with people you barely know for five minutes every class and then for three hours the day before your project is due.

Well, this little post here, this one is all about one of my group members.

His name is not Ramsey.

Ramsey was the teacher's pet. So when Ramsey invited himself into my group I thought "oh great, well, maybe he'll do all the work and the teacher will mark us really easy cuz he likes Ramsey."

That was before I got a really good look at him.

Now, I just want to say that I will be friends with you no matter how nerdy you look, so long as it's a cool nerdy/you aren't actually nerdy.

My new group member Ramsey was about as nerdy on the outside as you could get.

• Red hair 
• Glasses
• Probably failed gym and got hit by a lot of dodge-balls back in elementary school
• Speech impediment
• Rides a moped

You see what I mean?

I was willing to look past all of that. I really was. I mean, if he did all the work obviously...

Well, after we had all exchanged phone numbers/emails we were just waiting around wondering if we could leave the class early. That's when Ramsey showed his true colours.

He leans across the table to look at me and the girl beside me and says in his slickest, coolest, sexiest voice he could pull off with his speech impediment:

"So...can I uhh.... interest anyone in a classic game of Rock, Paper, Scissors?"

I nearly died. It was hilarious. 

I feel a little bad for the guy cuz I was hysterically laughing and the only other person in the group just looked at him like he was crazy. But then the next week he wanted to play again. He actually wouldn't take "no" for an answer when my other group member refused. That wasn't as funny, just a little sad.

Today I tried to draw a picture of him but I felt a little stirring in my soul like I felt bad for him or something so I drew a dinosaur instead. Ramsey saw me drawing it and gave me a look like I was some kind of paper getting cut in half while being crushed by a rock.

If he can't appreciate a good drawing of a dinosaur wearing a sweater then I refuse to do any work on our group project. Yup.

EDIT: Today he showed up late for class and smelled really bad as well....it's not looking good for him people. 

In Any Event!

Well hello there lovely person who still sometimes checks into my blog even though I haven't written anything new in many weeks! I figured that, since September is almost over, it's about time I started writing again to show my appreciation to those four people who still sometimes check in to see if there are any new cartoons to check out.

So, as you may or may not realize, I'm studying Business Administration at the local university. Well, this semester I found out that in order to teach business at a post-secondary level you need to be a lawyer. All my teachers are lawyers! And let me tell you something about lawyers: They LOVE to hear themselves talk! Holy Moly do they ever talk a lot.

The one lawyer-teacher that makes sense is my Business Law professor. We'll call him....Fletcher Reede. He looks nothing like Jim Carrey but he does make up a lot of stories that could possibly be called lies. Well, Fletcher likes to hear himself talk as well, and he will often get off topic and try to get back on track by saying "in any event". I have honestly never heard anyone say those three words so many times in a three hour lecture. Last week, I counted.

For realsies. He actually said it 21 times in a three hour lecture. Not even three hours because we got out of class early! I once had a math teacher (who years later dated my mom...) who would make this weird noise all the time, kind of like a--I really don't know how to explain it but those who went to high school with me know exactly what I'm talking about. It was super annoying and made it hard to concentrate on math when all I could think about was how many times in one sentence he could make that noise and if he ever realized he was doing it. Well, approximately four years later, I am encountering the same situation and am no better prepared to deal with it. 

So, last week, not only did I decide to count how many times he said those three lovely words, I also drew a picture about it:

Side note: This is also an evening class so I will likely be doing most of my drawings during those three hours of Business Law in order to avoid the classic head-bob scenario associated with falling asleep in class.