During my college years, I had a religion teacher who, though his class
was one of the more popular on campus and regularly drew 300 or
more students to each session, rarely lectured at all. I never knew
what to expect when entering his classroom. One week it would
be a series of musical improvisations from a local jazz band, with a
variety of graduate assistants talking about out-of-body experiences.
Another session would consist entirely of the professor arguing
with a single student over one key topic...which had
nothing to
do with that week’s (or any
other week’s) assignment.
In another class of merely 20 students, the professor teaching us
physical chemistry would march in at the sound of the bell and, with-
out acknowledging anyone’s presence or saying a word, walk to the
blackboard and start writing equations. He would wordlessly work
his way across the massive board, until, some 20 or 30 minutes later,
he ran off the right side. Slowly, he would walk back to the left
side...and start writing all over again. He never asked questions.
Never asked
for questions. In fact, I’m not sure I remember him
uttering
anything for three solid months!
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