Thomas Fisher
Thomas Fisher was a professor of mine in college. He taught me to think independently and fail on my own terms; or at the very least, taught me that those things existed. The last thing he ever said to me was that he WILL hear about me in the future because I’ll have done something important.
As one of those rare affirmation moments, it tends to eclipse that he’s introduced me as “Bubba, my gay lover” when girls were around, let me waste time researching Wicca for a project because he knew that I’d “find it stupid” (I did) and want to change my topic (I did); and he insisted telling anyone late on the first day that they’d wandered into Advanced Calculus (he taught media studies and design).
I stumbled across a Facebook group for him today and remembered that he’s HILARIOUS. Some quotes:
While taking attendance:
Student: Here
Thomas: How are you?
Student: I’m fine
Thomas: Did you gain weight?“You have to be fascinated by history and then it becomes interesting, you have to be like ‘Wow, and then he ate his daughter!’”
“Who is eating real food? Is it you? Ahhh! Moment on the lips, lifetime on the hips.”
“First rate paper, who wrote it for you?”
It always makes me happy to know that people like Tom still exist and are allowed to teach people at that age (college in Montr?al = CEGEP = glorified grades 12 and 13); because he actually TEACHES. Not the same “here are two books, compare them” bullshit, but the real kind of teaching that provides the tools for you to teach yourself. His constant barrage of “insults” were never really mean-spirited (unless you were an asshole), but more of a way to show you that if you get insulted, maybe you should just look at the behaviour that caused that insult. And once you can understand that, you gain an unnaturally witty sparring partner.
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