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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (16669)	1/19/1999 7:45:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Maybe this U of O prof was ADD. He had scurriers running around all over the place taking care of him and his things. I could tell they adored him. I've seen smart normal people, but this one couldn't stay connected through the physical stuff. He was busy somewhere, and kept repeating autonomous (autonomic?) functions, which carried little meaning to him. He started a story about a sword. I kept wanting to grab stuff for him; but I'm no better with blinds. I can't get them to stick either. That would have been the blinds leading the blind. So to speak. I was glad I met him; he convinced me the confusing pathology was correct. I felt guilty about using his time, but I really wasn't.

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (16669)	1/20/1999 2:14:00 PM
From: DScottD	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

<Sad thing is - this guy was bona-fide brilliant but couldn't dress himself> Obviously the opposite of a high school math teacher I had my sophomore year. I went to high school in a small town in Northern Illinois and there was one math teacher for the whole high school. We had a great teacher, Mr. Nelson, my freshman year and half of my sophomore year. Mr. Nelson was like the math teacher in The Wonder Years. He had an unmatched mastery of the blackboard and watching him crank out geometry proofs was a near-religious experience. Anyway, Mr. Nelson decided midway through my sophomore year to go into the private sector, I think as an insurance actuary. Of course, this caused some problems because it wasn't exactly easy to find a new math teacher in the middle of winter to take over in a small school that didn't pay worth a damn. So we get this guy (Mr. X)just out of college who couldn't teach a first grader how to count to 10, much less teach 15 year olds the nuances of Euclidian geometry. He was a nice enough fellow and he did try hard, but he was doomed for the teacher scrap heap the day he walked in the building. Anyway, I happened to be on a student committee that met with the principal at the end of the school year and one of our duties was to go through the students' year end teacher evaluations. Of course, the students were brutal on Mr. X, especially the seniors who realized that they wouldn't be prepared for college calculus because of Mr. X. All except for one kid who would never say a bad thing about anybody. His evaluation of Mr. X merely stated, "Mr. X always shows up on time and dresses well." So what would you prefer. A brilliant yet absent minded professor who couldn't dress himself or a snappy dresser who couldn't compute a batting average.