February 27, 2014
I called him The Stats Professor of My Dreams. Not to his face.
Things were strange from Day One. He came in with a motorcycle helmet and announced to the class that he was married. Random, I thought. He was just a teacher to me. To be respected, if anything. Some girl hit on him though. Asked him if he had a facebook. Gross, I thought. With some snarky comment, he shut her up fast, and our class breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Taking roll, he mispronounced my name. "It's spelled wrong. Ever thought of correcting it?" The fuck?