whore

one of the students at work needed a tutor for music 362, which i knew was the history of rock and roll. a relatively simple class, and i knew just the person to tutor it. a couple of emails later and appointment was scheduled- that's how easy my job is sometimes. yesterday was their first meeting in my office, with me behind my womb-like cubicle so i could spy on them while they were working. the session began with the tutor, "so, how far have you gotten to in the book?"
student: "the last thing we talked about today was billie holiday."
tutor: "have you started talking about the British Invasion yet?"
"uhh, no....wait, are you tutoring the History of Jazz?"
"no...the History of Rock and Roll."
my brain: DAMMIT. History of Rock and Roll is Music 262, not 362. i am a tool.
i pop out from my cubicle and go, "crap, i'm sorry guys. totally my bad...i guess i'll have to pinch hit."
so, the tutor leaves and i'm left to fumble through the study guide for the midterm with this super high-risk student as i speed read the book to try and help. the hour ends and he promises come in before friday so we can work on the study guide when i know what i'm talking about.
i leave work feeling like an idiot and bent on success in teaching this course to him. so, i sit myself down at the coffee shop and learn the first five chapters (half the course) of the History of Jazz in two hours. i write illegibly, i learn so many new things that eventually i get to the point where every five minutes i go up to andy and say, "i have something new! did you know that billie holiday only had a one and a half octave range?!" i am tired but thrilled that i can learn this much in so little a time...i want to keep going but am getting fatigued and i finally quit when i stop being able to write things down legibly for me.
eventually after the fifth or sixth "did you know?" outburst andy goes, "you know what you are right now?... A KNOWLEDGE WHORE."
he is correct i think, and there is nothing wrong with that. now back to jazz.