dmccarty
Super Star Member
This reminds me of one of my professors in graduate school. I had him for a sequence of mathematical statistics courses over three consecutive quarters (fall, winter, spring). His uniform over the entire period consisted of a brownish corduroy suit and a turtleneck. I think that he must have had multiple suits and turtlenecks of the same color -- he didn't smell up the entire classroom.
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Steve
What is it with statistics professors...
I had to take a Probability and Statistics course WITH Calculus. :shocked: :yuck: :laughing::laughing::laughing: I took the course in a summer term of 12 weeks and the class started at 0800! :shocked::shocked::shocked: WTXXXX!!! One of the guys in class would stop at the Stop & Rob and buy a huge bucket of Jolt Coke to stay awake. :laughing::laughing::laughing:
But oh, the Prof. He was something else. A survivor of the 60's and that is NOT a compliment. This was a school in FLA. In the summer. The temperatures in the morning can be "OK" but the humidity will be unreal. Many a day, I would leave for school or work, and in the short walk to car, I would be dripping wet and needing another shower.
To make it even worse, this guy would RIDE A BIKE TO SCHOOL! By the time he got to class his shirt and pants were soaked with sweat. :yuck: If he jumped into a swimming pool before class, he might have been slightly wetter. :thumbsdown:
This guy would be lecturing in a monotone voice that makes Ben Stein's Economic teacher look/sound like Lincoln giving a speech. And given the class was about the so interesting of a subject, Probability and Statistics WITH Calculus, keeping one's eyes open, much less comprehending what this guy was saying, was all but impossible.
But that was not the end of it all. This guy would be lecturing, jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber, when he would stop talking, glance up to his right and just stare into the distance. We don't know where he went. We don't know if he was seeing someone in another dimension. We don't know if he seeing someone who had passed the veil. Nobody knew and we were afraid to ask. After a minute or two, he would return from whatever place he had warped too and start right back where he had left off, jibber jabber, jibber jabber jibber jabber.
Best I could tell is that this guy did some serious a....ss drugs in the Sixties and had some how "survived."
But he had his Summer Time In Florida Bike Riding Uniform of jeans/corduroy pants and thick, long sleeved chamois shirt. :yuck:
That dude was out of it in SOOO many ways.
Later,
Dan