If only every professor was as fun and enrapturing as the “Learned Aesthete” type that I remember so fondly. Modern schooling is still banal and sickly, but every once in a while an exciting and beautiful soul accidentally wanders into an education major (somewhat unlike my own mother, creationist of 2nd grade creationists, the Tiamat of the Future)
If only every professor was as fun and enrapturing as the “Learned Aesthete” type that I remember so fondly. Modern schooling is still banal and sickly, but every once in a while an exciting and beautiful soul accidentally wanders into an education major (somewhat unlike my own mother, creationist of 2nd grade creationists, the Tiamat of the Future)