The class was called "Fine Arts" -- but derisively referred to, by most of my friends, as "Fine Farts." The professor, though a nice guy, was famous for not thoroughly reading submitted assignments. Students would trudge along on-subject until the middle of the paper...then launch into recipes, baseball scores, even free association.
He never seemed to notice. But after a while, I got the impression he was very aware of our collective shenanigans, after all. The 'tell' was when he said to someone (I think they 'fessed up): 'You're cheating yourself when you do this -- not me.'
Guess you taught me a bigger lesson in that class than I thought, Mr. Osbeck.
(oh, and... thank you.)
This is one of the most heartwarming videos I've ever experienced. You'll like it, too. A little kindness goes a long way.
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