I am a professor in a movie
I wander the aisles of the lecture hall as I speak.
I always end on something dramatic. “And that….was how Lincoln was shot.”
The blackboard behind me is filled with every possible formula or fact about everything on the subject.
The most basic facts of the subject, for some reason, are being taught in the middle of the semester…”and that is how the civil war started”; “this, is how a molecule works”; “The real tragedy of Hamlet…was himself.”
If I am a man, I am sleeping with an undergrad. Or maybe three.
People actually sit in the front row of the lecture hall.
The college uses bells to indicate the end of class.
I yell things like “remember, quiz on Monday!” as people are leaving.
Research papers are due every week.
Undergraduates ask questions in class.