Psycho Physics Teachers
I went to Borders today to do some reading, and as I sat down at a cafe table, surrounded by students studying for SATs and finals, I heard the man next to me whispering frantically. Curious, I listened closer. But he might as well have been speaking Klingon. I heard a familiar number here or there, but other than that, what he was muttering is as good your guess as mine.
So I stole a glance over...and giggled to myself. Physics teacher. Grading Physics finals.
He reminded me of my own Science teachers in high school and those quirky science professors in college. He had sandy brown hair that looked like a frozen tornado with the head of the cone chopped off and frayed like "spirit fingers." It would have looked like sexy "I just had sex" hair, except that it was mopped onto a pale, white face with a sharp nose and turse lips. But he was adorable. In that psycho physics teacher sort of way.
After an hour or so, he hopped up, whistling, and grabbed a choice cafe poison from the barista at the bar. Then he sat back down and joyfully began reciting, "No....no....haha...nooo..."
I looked over, again intrigued, and he was marking crazy red marks all over these poor kids' papers! His incessant "no's" weren't cruel or reveling in the wrong answers, but an adorable appreciation for the higher mind...which he just happened to not be encountering in this selection of physics finals.
He reminded me of my Physics teacher in High School--Mr. Kirby. Except Mr. Kirby was a cute englishman with a sexy accent and hilariously funny classroom antics most students would get grounded for.
Like one day, we all scramble into the classroom and take our seats as the bell rings. But Mr. Kirby is nowhere to be seen, which is so unlike him. For three minutes, we all wait, not quite sure what to do. You see, Mr. Kirby was one of those rare anomalies that you actually wanted to learn from. So we waited. And then suddenly, he came tearing into the room, slipping and sliding along the floor, bumping into this desk and that desk, sending papers flying and students slightly dazzled as he fled through the room, fell to the floor, and slid himself all the way into the wall beneath the blackboard at the front of the room.
"Now that, my students," he stated gleefully, "is what this world would be like without Friction."
I'll never forget why static friction is important. If he'd simply read us a textbook definition, it would have oozed out of my brain with all that Calculus crap and Biology bull. Thank God for Psycho Physics Teachers!
So I stole a glance over...and giggled to myself. Physics teacher. Grading Physics finals.
He reminded me of my own Science teachers in high school and those quirky science professors in college. He had sandy brown hair that looked like a frozen tornado with the head of the cone chopped off and frayed like "spirit fingers." It would have looked like sexy "I just had sex" hair, except that it was mopped onto a pale, white face with a sharp nose and turse lips. But he was adorable. In that psycho physics teacher sort of way.
After an hour or so, he hopped up, whistling, and grabbed a choice cafe poison from the barista at the bar. Then he sat back down and joyfully began reciting, "No....no....haha...nooo..."
I looked over, again intrigued, and he was marking crazy red marks all over these poor kids' papers! His incessant "no's" weren't cruel or reveling in the wrong answers, but an adorable appreciation for the higher mind...which he just happened to not be encountering in this selection of physics finals.
He reminded me of my Physics teacher in High School--Mr. Kirby. Except Mr. Kirby was a cute englishman with a sexy accent and hilariously funny classroom antics most students would get grounded for.
Like one day, we all scramble into the classroom and take our seats as the bell rings. But Mr. Kirby is nowhere to be seen, which is so unlike him. For three minutes, we all wait, not quite sure what to do. You see, Mr. Kirby was one of those rare anomalies that you actually wanted to learn from. So we waited. And then suddenly, he came tearing into the room, slipping and sliding along the floor, bumping into this desk and that desk, sending papers flying and students slightly dazzled as he fled through the room, fell to the floor, and slid himself all the way into the wall beneath the blackboard at the front of the room.
"Now that, my students," he stated gleefully, "is what this world would be like without Friction."
I'll never forget why static friction is important. If he'd simply read us a textbook definition, it would have oozed out of my brain with all that Calculus crap and Biology bull. Thank God for Psycho Physics Teachers!