He was standing on the corner, looking lost. Glancing around quickly, almost flailing, he was clearly bothered by something. Or someone. As I crossed the street, coffee in hand, I prayed he wouldn’t notice me. Just looking at him was making me uncomfortable.

I call him Professor Seinfeld, not Doctor Seinfeld, because that’s who he was to me. He was a teacher, an educator, a scholar of the highest caliber. I was lucky enough to enroll in his Human Behavior III class last year. From the first lesson, he took my breath away. His examples were vivid and memorable; his teaching style casual yet captivating.

Upon a midnight dark and dreary
While I typed, eyes a-bleary
Teeth a-chatter, fingers freezin’
Window up to let the breeze in
Any trick, and any way
To keep the evil sleep at bay

Have you ever tried to juggle? Try it now. Start with two balls, one in each hand. It’s like this: throw one ball, making an arc from one hand to the other. While that ball is in the air, throw the other, tracing an imaginary X with the arcing paths. Catch, catch, and you’re done.