A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away,
(Well, at least Ann Arbor in the early 90’s)
I was just thinking of my very first step into a college class ever. I was at the University of Michigan, in the honors college. I knew no one in the entire state, and had only showed up the day before with 150 pounds of duffle bags. I didn’t know the campus, and got off the bus at the student center, and had to walk a mile and a half to my hill area dorm in 95 degree weather, and 90% humidity with 150 pounds of crap. I was the most nervous and out of place I had ever felt in my life, and spent the whole night thinking, damn I made a huge mistake, I’m not ready for college, I want out of here now.
The next day was my first class, a class required by the honors college. It was supposedly under the english unbrella, but was more of a classic civ class. Not knowing the campus, I of course showed up 10 minutes late, and tried to teleport myself into a seat without actually being noticed by anybody. Things were just getting worse. Then I started listening to the professor. the man was amazing. They knew what they were doing putting him as the first prof the honors college people ever hear, cause his lecture was mesmerizing. (incidentally, his name was like G.H. or D.H. something, and was a huge expert in ancient Greece if there are any other Wolverines around, I wonder if he still teaches) .
Anyway, he was just so entertaining I forgot where I was and raised my hand and asked a question in the middle of his lecture in a lecture hall of 500 students (cue: silumtaneous gasp and underbreath murmuring "You don’t ask questions like that of a prof like this, the nerve of that loser)
He just answered my question, asked if that covered it and smiled, before continuing on with his lecture.
The follow up cool, but not so cool. He was a prof who made the rounds of all the discussion sections, and showed up at ours one day, He remembered me and we taked a bit before class started. Our discussion TA thought of him as a god and wanted to impress him so much. But I quibbled on a point in our reading. The TA was too scared to look wrong in front of the prof, and didn’t listen to my point. Finally the prof jumped in an clarified what he thought I was saying, and said it was a damn good point. The rest of the discussion section pretty much turned into a conversation between me and the prof(I think we were talking about Orestes) about characters thought and actions. It was really cool, but when the class ended I noticed the TA giving me a look of death for showing him up, and, suprise surprise I ended up with a C in discussion section.