You know, I'm good at making assumptions based on virtually no data whatsoever. Great at it. Let me tell you my assumptions.
Science professors (of whom I have had one) are sad, depressing people. They've been too wrapped up in their work in the name of science and they've forgotten that there can be joy in the world. That there is more to life than proteins and enzymes and proving the existence of macro evolution. In general, they're sort of unpleasant odd flippy-flip hair,
Statistics professors are all Canadian. They, unlike their science-y counterpart, are extremely cheerful, and have not been bogged down by the data they wade through day after day. While they may spend year after year teaching students the same set of rules on how to organize their data into usable tables, they still look on the bright side of life. And they will never, no matter how hard they try, teach a class later than 8:30. Because the administration knows that only morning people should be allowed to teach morning classes.
History professors are quirky and eccentric in a well put together way. They show up to class very smartly dressed, although their outfit may sometimes be better suited to past centuries, and are extremely happy about what they teach. They want the whole world to know about how the Ottoman empire fell and how ancient Anglo-Saxons influenced modern life today. It doesn't really seem to bother them that this information is relevant to absolutely nothing that anyone will do in life. Really, they're just pretty happy that anyone shows up to class.
Should I point out that one of your grandfathers was a science professor, and the other one taught economics? No obvious depression there, and absolutely no flippy-flippy hair, not even in their youths.
ReplyDeleteGrandpa was of course a cheerful instructor, and full of puns and bad jokes for his poor captive audience, and true to form, he was indeed a morning person