Some years ago a university prof tried to keep a class of 3rd Year Painting students from painting. He said that the because we now have cameras, painting is dead. Now he is dead.

worstprof@teacher.com

The next year I had a drawing and painting professor who said I could make installations with sand, styrofoam, or dirt and I could make photocopies and collages. However, he did not want me to do any drawing with a pencil. Because I was very interested in learning to draw the human figure, I didn't know how to proceed. I decided to drop the course, but because I was going to lose over $800 dollars in tuition, I decided to have a little fun before I left. I covered my breasts with non-toxic linocut ink (at first I meant to do my whole body, but it was too gross). I made a series of breast prints and took them to the first class critique. The professor was wowed. "This is really cutting edge," he said. The one male student in the class, however, was worried. "In light of what Derrida says about objectifying the female body, I think you're treading on dangerous ground," he said.

bestprof@teacher.com

In High School I had a teacher who loved to teach French. Even more incredible, I loved learning French and will never forget the effort he made to organize our trip to Paris. Ten years later was living in Paris and met him under the Eiffel Tower. He was bringing his umpteenth group of students to Paris! Ed Skalazub is alive and well and playing scrabble internationally with his wife Winnie. His son is now teaching French and taking students to Paris each spring...

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