“Excuse me, ma’am,” said he as he walked in at 9 a.m., a good half hour after class had begun. The Professor beamed at him as if he had just got her a bouquet of fresh flowers. I seethed mildly as I sat on the first bench taking down notes, as he promptly walked to the last bench and settled down, ready to start the CP (Class Participation).
He was known for this – coming in late unfailingly every day, and yet the teacher’s pet – because he would ask some complicated questions on data structures and Boolean logic and then answer those himself. There was something attractive about him, his intelligence, his non-understandable questions, everything except the walking in late, I thought, as I got on with the notes.
In a few weeks, mid-terms arrived and I was swamped with requests from all and sundry in class for my notes. Word had gotten out that I had taken some mighty notes, and the boys who had got through the course with proxy attendance needed something, anything, to clear the exams. I didn’t know how many copies were made of my notes though grapevine had it that bulk copies were made in the neighborhood Xerox shop.
After the exam, he came over and said, “Hey. Thanks for the notes. They were quite detailed.” I started. “Huh?” I asked, in what he would in later years call my tremendously rude tone, as if he had stolen something from me. “Oh! I got your notes from P. I used them to study last night,” he said with a sheepish grin. The grin was slightly killing, so I let him be, only with a modest, “The notes are nothing. You need to teach me data structures and probability sometime.” He seemed to have taken my words quite seriously, for there he was, diligently following up the next day asking when I wanted to be taught data structures and probability.
The rest, as they say, is history.
When I was racking my brains for X, and had finally landed on X-Ray, V was vehement that at least one post had to be about him. So, here it is, about my notes stealer and algorithm teacher, in fact the best algorithm teacher I have ever known in my life!
P. S. This post is the twenty fourth in the A-Z blogging challenge series for April.
P. S. This post is the twenty fourth in the A-Z blogging challenge series for April.
2 comments:
Haha, he may not have used your notes at all. Maybe, he just wanted to patao you :D
Absolutely! I am very sure he never used the notes ever. Because I always ended up giving him 4 line summary just before the tests, despite all the notes he apparently photo-copied!
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