The Iguana and the History Professor
This morning, the professor in my
CS class gave us little
plastic iguanas. Each iguana is about one inch long. I tried to walk around with the iguana on my shoulder, but it fell off. I put the iguana in my pocket and left it there until my evening class. My evening class is three hours long. It starts at 5:30 and runs until 8:30. The professor is quite serious. Very much a no-nonsense type. I placed the iguana on top of my desk after our second break, around 7 or so. I started stroking the iguana. Sometimes on the head. Sometimes scratching it's belly. This appeared to disturb the professor. He would step forward, pause, and glance down for a second. At other times he would glance at my desk with a look of puzzlement. He seemed to relax once he came to terms with the idea that, yes, I was petting a plastic iguana.