Old men, new teacher

Tunes: Rhymin and Stealin

My philosophy class got a new teacher last week--you know, the class with the old men. The old men and I have a growing a relationship. Each day, they speak to me a little more, and one even knows my name. It's like I'm surrounded by a bunch of fathers, but they really act like children. It's fun.

Well, since we got our new teacher, the class dynamic has changed greatly. Our new professor actually interacts with us, asking us questions, and searching for more than one-word responses. One of my old men friends normally throws out quick answers to some questions, and with the old teacher, never encountered any problems. Our new teacher responds with "why." A simple response, yes? Well, the first couple of times this happened, the old man looked like he was going to have a heart attack. It was as if he was never asked a question before/called out in front of the class.

It almost makes me sweat, watching him (sweat).

New prof is great. Now the class has depth.