smirkingatyou

I am on my last week of Respiratory Care. No call. No patients. No homework. Just 4 hours of class 4 days a week. It's been heaven. The class is very informal, and there's a lot of joking around. I have developed a reputation as a smartass, and the teacher will occasionally go toe-to-toe with me in good fun. Today someone brought up the topic of love, and I got started on a rant which include me saying "I don't believe in love." (This isn't entirely true, but it was funny at the time.)

Fast forward an hour or so, and we're learning about EKG's (those long pages of lines that go up and down depending on how your heart is working). The teacher looks at me and says, "I can explain this and make it easy, but it's a story about love. Are you OK with that S?"
me--I don't mind. I don't believe in ghosts either, but I like stories about them. (I really do believe in ghosts.)

her--*pointing to the EKG graph* Here's the little P wave. She represents the woman. See how she's consistently there? And here's the QRS segment. He's the man. See how he dutifully follows the P wave? This is the way things are supposed to work.

me--So where on your little graph does the P wave get a knife and cut herself in the bathroom because she can't feel happy or sad?

her--That didn't really happen, did it?

me--I have pictures.