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epitome of incomprehensibility
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The daddest of dad jokes was told by my dad in the recent past. Near fall, I'd just discovered I had to take a class that wasn't in the CMLL department.
To make this classy_choice, I was weirdly thorough at searching electives. Sociology I thought would be an option, but the reason I mentioned a class called Social Problems wasn't because I thought of taking it. I was just astonished by the time it was scheduled:
7:15-8:30 A.M.
A.M.!!
It seemed almost delightful, a flouting of the norms to start so early. The earliest most classes at Concordia begin is 8:45. Maybe it was for people who worked a 9-5 shift, like evening classes could be.
Anyway, I told my parents about this at supper. Social Problems indeed!
Dad shook his head. "It's probably too woke," with a straight face.
"Too 'woke'?" I thought he was just teasing me by using slang I didn't like.
"Well, you'd have to be, to get up that early" was his rejoinder.
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