"Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea."
Some thoughts on two of my professors in my usual half-jumbled, half-abstract way.
Dr. Carls: History.
Weathered hands; age-spotted face. Wispy floating strands of hair, snowy and thin. Smiles are often; crinkles result. Smooth, medium-low voice that's soothing in quality. Often singling out students with his eyes and glance, he moves closer and seems to speak simply to them for four seconds. "Alright," he'll then say. Khaki pants and sweaters with a collar poking out. Lanky, and shows his amusement with a honking laugh-- the loudest of which is reserved for the Laffy Taffy jokes he shares.
Dr. Huelin: Honors Wisdom.
Thick salt and pepper goatee. Balding slightly and head almost shaved, his hair nonetheless retains most of its black color. Booming laughter often occurs, startling students and making them smile. Eager to expound, discussion is his joy. Warm, and an invitation to speak your mind. Takes time down all different paths, leading in the end to the right one. In charge, but never forceful. Never preachy. Always desires to talk to his pupils because I believe it's true: he teaches because he cares not about himself, but about students.
Vanessa ((
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