Beer and eggs

When I started writing here my original intent was just to keep family and friends up to date with how school was going away from home. Little did I know there would be genuine hazards to write about. That being said, on with the show.

When I first visited MTSU to take care of everything before coming, I met with my adviser, whom I'll refer to as Doc from this point forward. Doc was very helpful in not only giving me solid advice about my classes but as well with resolving any issues I had come up during registration and so on. We also had an enjoyable chat and he has kept in touch since then. The other day he even sent me an email saying he would be on campus on Saturday and that I should stop by because he wants to know how my semester is going. Sure, why not, I'm not doing anything else.

So I trot over to his office that day and we talk for awhile. I learn some interesting things about the department, etc. Stemming from a previous conversation about eating habits, the topic eventually turned to a friend of his constantly making claims about what he can fit in his mouth or how quickly he can eat something and so on. A speculated about the plausibility of some of the claims and then was essentially challenged to back this up. We'd also talked about preferences in beer and he suggested I go eat and meet him back a little later and we go out to his place and he'd buy some beer he liked from when he was in England and Germany. While seeming slightly odd I went along with it.

Now at his place and having talked for awhile and had a few drinks, Doc decides it's high time I be tested on these series of feats. It was things such as can I eat a whole Krystal in a single bite, swallow a whole orange slice (okay, I had claimed that one previously) and place a whole egg in my mouth. Mind you up until this point I had already been feel a little uncomfortable with the whole going to someones place and having drinks. He is going to be one of my professors eventually after all. Everything was fine though up until... (and yes, you knew there would be an up until in here somewhere didn't you) he felt it necessary to sit in the floor between my legs and rest his arms on my thighs while he watched to see if I could put things into my mouth.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. What the hell am I doing right? Well I'll tell you what I was doing. I was maintaining the posture that this was all rather benign. The mean while my thought process is along the lines of, "But I don't wanna be a Wonder Boy." and periodically I would mention my girlfriend in the conversation. I'll leave it up to the reader to interpret for themselves the nature of all this.

Eventually I brought up how late it was, there was talk of having to do this again sometime yadda yadda, thanks for the beer, and I went home!

I have a feeling if you could get insurance for this line of work, my premium would have just gone up.