A Day In Math

The door begins squeeking and the students silently snap their heads in its direction. Through the small square window pane a dark figure can be seen. He lumbers into the room, his large hands dwarfing the textbook and notebook that they cradle. It is not these hands, however, that cause the fear that his students are feeling; the hands seem gentil despite their size. What then is the source of this mans power? He sets the books down on his desk and unbukles the strap around his waist. The class exhales, relieved that the danger has passed. There is truely something intimidating about a man who wears a fanny pack.