Dr. Harry Opperman. Took our classes over to the Pub a few times so we could drink and smoke while we talked about writing. I remember him many times leaving the faculty lounge with his pipe still lit - he'd carry it in his pants pocket and have a little trail of smoke seeping out of his pocket and following him down the hall. Best teacher I ever had, bar none. I honored him the best way I knew how and made him one of the dedications in my first novel.
Dr. Keith Odom. Great teacher who knew his stuff, backwards and forwards.
Dr. Anantha Babbili. Brilliant man and an amazing professor. We drank a lot of beer together in England.
Teachers I hated:
Paul LaRocque. Blithering idiot whose short-sleeve dress shirts carried so many pit stains we used to joke you could count the rings to tell the age of the shirt.
Dr. Keith Odom. Great teacher who knew his stuff, backwards and forwards.
Dr. Anantha Babbili. Brilliant man and an amazing professor. We drank a lot of beer together in England.
Teachers I hated:
Paul LaRocque. Blithering idiot whose short-sleeve dress shirts carried so many pit stains we used to joke you could count the rings to tell the age of the shirt.