I don’t know why I got all nostalgic, but the other day I got to remembering a certain college professor of mine – John Weihaupt. I took his classes in oceanography and astrogeology (the geology of the planets and moons), and admired the heck out of him. I even asked him to be my advisor on an independent study.
He had led research expeditions all around the world, making important discoveries, and sometimes he told us rousing stories about them. He was like Indiana Jones. Seriously, I sat in the front row with a core group of fellow fans for every class. We practically had “love you” stenciled on our eyelids.
He could draw a perfect circle on the chalkboard with two swift swipes. He could also chalk in a perfect map of the world in seconds, while the rest of us struggled to outline Africa in our notes (this was in that recent dark age of pen and paper). It got so that he had to draw up a map on paper and distribute copies of it so we could take down the important information, like the location of the Marianas Trench, without wasting time trying to “draw the drawing board.”
Sure, I took other classes in college. Yes, I was interested in other subjects. But sadly, I don’t remember all of my professors. Just the ones with a certain mystique.
Do you have any fond memories of teachers or college professors?
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