Second semester of Organic Chemistry. My professor lit a fire under me one day about 2/3rds of the way through the semester. Prepping us for an exam he looked straight at me and asked me the answer to a very complex equation he was writing on the board.
I answered him by saying I don’t have a clue. He responded by throwing his marker at me and basically told me that I had absolutely no business being in his class and that I was a complete waste of time.
He was right. The truth was I could barely keep my mind off of Melissa. She looked so good in a pair of tight jeans and a sweater. The only reason I had stuck the class out thus far was to try and win her heart.
Now this cold-hearted, twisted college professor had made me look like a complete fool in front of the whole class. I was cold busted that day and I went out of there with a purpose. I was going to do whatever it took to prove him wrong.
That was the most intense cramming session I ever went through. I was up for several days. I worked and reworked every equation till I could take it apart forward and back.
Just before the exam I was in the study hall and in walked Melissa hanging on every word of a guy who was on his way to the school of dentistry. This guy was very cool but I have to admit being around somebody who actually has a photographic memory can be very humbling. I remember him asking me if I smoked weed before the exam. They both giggled.
The exam was scheduled for 1 in the afternoon and the class normally was over at 5. But he gave us the option to stay as long as we needed. I remember it took all of four hours and then some, so when I finally walked out I was completely and thoroughly whipped. Thankfully it was Friday afternoon and I had nothing to do that weekend.
I never will forget that day he gave back our exams. It almost killed him to hand back my test and announce that I had gotten the highest grade in the class. I was shocked!
But not nearly as shocked as he was when he reviewed the questions. I was the only student who managed to solve the methamphetamine problem.
I guess that’s why Dr. Julius Marigold will always go down as one of my favorite teachers of all time!
Travis Paul Dickerson