So I have this crazy Statistics instructor, whom I ought to avoid blogging about until the class is over and the grades have been given out, but as I've never been one to go with my better judgement, here goes!
He's this very skinny, baggy pants & T-shirt wearing, long-haired dude with glasses. He often mumbles things to himself as he's facing the whiteboard and writing something on it. He's always apologizing for his "horrible" handwriting, when there's nothing wrong with it. He speaks to inanimate objects. He took the class on a field trip to a classroom with better air conditioning the other day. Yesterday he mused out loud about how strange he felt to be the instructor, with all of us paying attention to him. He declared that this was a terrible situation. Sometimes I wonder if he is thinking to himself, "Did I just say that out loud?"