Every first year law student takes torts, a class that has nothing to do with pie, and everything to do with personal injury lawsuits. My torts professor, Mr. H, had been tenured since 1970. He was about as psyched to be teaching an 8 am class as we were to be taking one, an achievement considering that on the average Friday morning at least 50% of the class was hungover. So there you have it.
Anyway, in the first month or so of school I was minding my own business in the back row of the 80 person class when the Mr. H says “Mr. Cukor, can you explain. . . blah, blah, blah liability ”
I open my mouth and I start talking and halfway through I notice Mr. H is turning bright red. I think to myself “poor guy, he’s embarrassed he pronounced my name wrong” - but I don’t want to go through the whole “Cukor is pronounced like its spelled ‘Sukor’ ” spiel, because this was the first time in law school I’d had the right answer. So I say “don’t worry- we’re cool” and keep talking. I hope Mr. H was as amused by the whole thing as I was.
Love this story! So he eventually figured out your gender but not how to pronounce your last name?
ReplyDeletewell, your last name is impossible to pronounce...
ReplyDeleteyou're fabulous, your hair looks great, and I will forever be impressed with how lesbians make better 14 year old boys than 14 year old boys do. Keep kicking ass and may you win in front of every Judge who calls you Sir (and all the others too).
nice, dude
ReplyDeleteI can't stop laughing. . . between the gender thing and the last name. . . and you finally had the right answer. Great story!
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