Bullfrog Days

(photo courtesy of Bowdoin College, via The Daily Beast)

The picture above accompanied this ranking by The Daily Beast  a few months back.  The feature named the Bo' the 4th "horniest college".   I have so many different reactions to this discovery.

1. Nearly 5 years out, they're still having the senior soc seminar with the same professor, in the same room that I had mine.  The same room that Hawthorne and Longfellow went to school in hundreds of years ago.  This excites the part of my brain that has forgotten every gripe I'd ever had against the Bo' and likes it unconditionally.  This was the room where I had my freshman seminar, my scary evenings with Walty, and where, 4 years later, I gave my honors project presentation.    

2. Getting back to the topic at hand--  This class.  This room.  This (wonderful) professor.  Is the antithesis of horny.  If this was the last class that remained on the planet.  Killing it with a boulder would be more right than labeling it the horniest class.  That's saying something.  Because I also took Modern European Jewish History with a (also wonderful) professor who wears fanny packs.  

3. This feature reminded me of that time I bumped into Professor Birdman Ecologist Extraordinaire the day before our field trip to his pond (to look at bullfrogs mate).

(as I remember, I had something in my teeth or chocolate on my face during this conversation and did not realize it until after I got back to my room)

Professor Bird: Are you excited for the field trip?

Moi : Yeah, sure-

Professor Bird: It'll make you wish you were a frog!

Moi: ... ...