When he smiles, he opens his mouth wide and squints his eyes tight, like a monkey. He lets his arms hang low which makes him more ape-like. His grey, wispy hair occasionally catches a draft and moves. Sometimes it moves against his motions and it looks like an animal trying to escape his head. With long skinny legs and a pot belly, his proportions are slightly odd. His hand shakes often, and I am saddened by the thought that he might not teach much longer. I like his teaching style, but his facts could use some credence. His conspiracy theories get old quickly. He is not a particularly animated person, and, even as I write this, I am in his class. I look around and everyone is intently staring at their notebooks. The pages are blank, no notes have been taken. The more I come to this class, the more I am amused by his technological illiteracy. He once asked if we should rewind a DVD. At least 5 minutes of every class is spent turning things on the right way, including the lights. I have to admire that he tries. Today, he drew on the wall instead of the dry erase board. Oh well.