So you guys are calling this old, retired teacher an "oddball" huh?? I'll show you whose odd. ShaZam! May your computers die a slow ugly death...except for Cheesey's. His seems to die on its own without much help.
Anyway, what's odd to some might be normal to others, so I don't think we're going to go far with that point. What is "normal"?
I think most oddball teachers Wade and others are thinking of are college professors whose purpose in their educational life is to "publish or perish." Publish here also means the verbal mode, as in lectures that are so far out, the Hubble telescope couldn't pick them up on a clear night. Those of you that went to college for any length of time, (more than 5 days) know what I mean.
However, I have had some seemingly, by my standards, oddball profs who were brilliant in the classroom in bringing out the best in average students like me. Two that I had come to mind.
One was Dorothy Johnson. She was a literature/writing professor who scared the living crap out of all of us jocks just by showing up in the lecture hall. She was a real character who paraded around the lecture hall with an umbrella in one hand and a long pointer in the other that she would usually use to wake up either me or Tom Huffer, our quarterback on the football team at the time. She'd get off on week long tangents about her latest writings and be so far out we didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
Little did we realize at the time that she wrote the novels that the movies
"The Man who Shot Liberty Valance", "The Hanging Tree", "A Man Called Horse", and several others were based on.
The other professor was a gentleman who taught political science classes on a part time basis. He would come into class, drop his briefcase on the floor, take out his pipe, stoke up, light up, and one day announced to us all, "politics is the one place an ordinary guy like me can bullshit his way around and seem very important, when actually we're not. It's you people out there that make us important because you elected us to serve you." His oddities....he was so involved in politics that we used to dread his lectures on the Senate happenings. He'd get worked to a fever pitch, which for him was maybe a rise in his blood pressure of about 5 points, and look out the window and talk for the full hour.
The man.........Senator Mike Mansfield. I'll never forget him........or get that pipe tobacco smell off me.
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