Just Your Average 68-Year-Old College Freshman.
The good professor had ingenious ways to kept us alive during two-and-a-half hour science lectures.
When he had things to hand out, for example, he’d ask a student from each lab bench to come up to get them.
“Will the student with the most Kanye West downloads come up?” “Whoever has the cleanest sneakers, please come up!” We’d exchange looks around our table then one of us would self-consciously walk up to get the handouts.
I’d enjoyed a free ride, having perfected a don’t-pick-on the-old-guy scam. One afternoon the professor asked for “The person with the best hair.” My bench partners pointed to me. I was front and center, with the least best hair in the room.
