My biology class is set up a little weird this semester, because for six weeks I will have one teacher, and the rest of the semester I will have another teacher.
The first teacher that walked in seemed nice. He has a dry sense of humor, but that is okay. After he left, since he would be teaching the second half and didn't need to be there, my other teacher walked up to the front of the class.
He pushes up his glasses and stares at us, waiting for us to be quiet. When we finally quiet down, he says, "My name is Dr. Olson." The rest of the introduction goes like this:
Dr. Olson: *seriously* I have a PhD in microbiology and in ______(some scientific class). I have two Masters in ________ and _________. I also have a BS in _____ and _______. So you might say that I have some experience. Now... I have worked hard to earn my title, so I expect to be called by my title. Do not call Mr. Teacher or Professor, or even worse, Mr. Olson. No. My name is Dr. Olson. If you call me anything other than that, you will fail. Do you understand.
Class: *nervously* Yes...
Dr. Olson: *seriously* Good, so what is my name?
Class: *murmurs* Dr. Olson.
Dr. Olson: Good, what is my name again?
Class: Dr. Olson.
It was at this moment that he whipped off his glasses, started laughing and said, "That was fun! I held my serious face for longer than I thought I could." The whole class, who was so scared of this teacher, burst into nervous laughing. Dr. Olson then said, "Actually, I hate my title, I hate being called professor, so please call me by my name."
Oh. My. Gosh. I was so scared. I instantly thought that I got the scariest teacher ever. Afterwards, he kept cracking jokes and was energetic. I think I am going to like this teacher.
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