Dart was tickled to get Dot’s enthusiastic report after her first day on the new job. He hopes she continues to enjoy it as much as she did that first day. He also hopes the town of Greenwich is not taking advantage of her by giving her a playground all to herself.
He has been keeping his opinions of his professors to himself for a few weeks, but now they are settling in and he feels they are solid enough to share. He’s most impressed with his poli sci teacher, Mr. Heckman. He knows a lot about his subject, tells humorous yet relevant stories, and controls the class well. Dart thinks he knows as much about teaching as he does about politics.
He’s not at all keen on the typing teacher. Her methods are scattered and inefficient, she only talks to the girls, and she has no fondness for anyone who is not enrolled full time in the secretarial sciences curriculum.
Dr. White, his psychology professor is an odd character. He knows his subject quite well, but has no command over his classroom. He allows the class to distract him with ceaseless questions which take him off his outline and put him far behind schedule. He allows the same questions to come up every day and never encourages the students to think it through for themselves. The worst indictment is that although he strives to be funny, his jokes are pointless, irrelevant, and decidedly not funny.
In other news, Uncle Tom somehow procured a nice veal roast for the family and Dart’s mother was able to cook it in her new roaster, along with onions, potatoes and carrots. The whole thing was creamy and delicious.
Dart’s homework was delayed by his three hour nap today, but he’s tired again. His mother ordered a small metal typing table for him which should arrive by Monday. Then he can take the noisy typewriter upstairs to his room. That little metal typing stand saw many uses over the next 30-some years. It became a makeshift counter top and drain board in the tiny kitchenette Dot and Dart carved out for their first apartment. Later it was a end table next to a couch. Eventually it made it’s way to my first home where it held first a small TV, and later a printer for our computer. Somebody got quite a deal on that utilitarian little gem at a garage sale in the 1990s.