Weeble Is In The Eyes of the Beholder

The other day, The Eldest and I were chatting about her freshman year at college and some of the classes she had to take.

She was required to take an art appreciation class which she did not like though she did well in it.

"What didn't you like about the class?"

"It was so boring. The instructor just read to us from the textbook. Blah, blah, blah, classical Greek. Blah, blah, blah, blah, Gothic arches."

"Was she a young teacher?"

"No, she's about your age."

Weeble is in the eyes of the beholder. I think I'll go get some ice for that burn.