Seven Minutes In Heaven
The Year 2030
Kids, did I ever tell you the story of how I met your father? It involves a goat, your Uncle Barney, and. . .maybe it's safer to tell you the story of when I first saw your father, instead of when we first met.
Your dad just started teaching college and wanted to make his first day a success, even though he forgot the right way to spell 'professor' and had that 'this is crazy but I can make it work' ultra-nervous look he gets when he surveyed all of us in class. You know the look. The one he gets whenever Uncle Barney says "I have a plan" or – this one you won't remember – the day he couldn't make my first sonogram appointment because of that big midterm he proctored and I told him that night there were two of you instead of one.
At any rate, he wanted to make his first day teaching a success but wandered into the wrong classroom. Heather Compton in the front row tried to tell him this was Econ and not Architecture, but he just said "no questions" and plowed on with his lecture for seven full minutes before our real professor showed up. During those seven minutes, I seriously considered changing my major, before remembering students aren't allowed to date their professors not to mention your Grandpa would kill me if I threw away all the money he spent on undergrad and two years of grad school just to follow some guy with really, really cool hair to Architecture 101.
So, I lied. When our real professor showed up and my roommate Cindy leaned over to whisper how "lame" Professor Mosby was, I lied and said "yeah, really lame." The truth is, those were the best, most inspired seven minutes of my life. . .until your dad and I met again. Then, all the minutes after that were the best, most inspired minutes of my life. And they're still going. True story.