So I realize that I haven't really provided any professor anecdotes along the lines of last semester's summary, which went something like, "Oh my God oh my God he jumps around the lecture hall and he has a Nobel Prize oh my God." So I tried to make it s little more interesting (and scientific, in honor of my not taking a science class this semester, woo hoo) and have provided you with a handy-dandy list.

I have four very excellent professors, all of whom are, to some extent, kooky.
1) The Rome Lecture Guy- likes to run around the podium imitating evil Roman fathers; has small child who enjoys Roman toilet anecdotes.
1a) The Rome Preceptor- has incomprehensible Spanish accent; once heard him say "little porpoise" instead of "[something] populace"; wears Puma(TM) t-shirts; is totally bald, I believe by choice.
2) Nonviolence Writing Seminar Grad Student- has crazy frizzy hair and a hole in her lower lip where her piercing should be; refers to herself as "a bad Jew" because she dislikes pickles; is precise bordering on anal re: our essay format; loves protests; told us that DC is the best place to be arrested.
3) Creative Writing Professor- made classmate blush with tale of taxi driver flirtation; is a "devout atheist"; is very nice critic of our writing and cares about more than grammar and tense; chuckles merrily, like Santa.
4) High-School-Friend in Twenty Years- teaches freshman seminar called "Know Thyself": Literature and the Art of Self-Discovery; wears bow ties, sweater vests, checked shirts, and a navy blue velvet blazer; uses words like "mimesis"; is object of at least six so-called "academic crushes" in a class of seven; bends our brains into shapes we didn't know existed; is now my stock answer to the question, "What's so great about the humanities?"