The naked rampage is back on campus
You cannot petition the lord with prayer, and it really pisses Dr. Calculus off.
When I was back there at the University of Maine, for some reason, Jim Morison was still remarkably popular among the undergrads, despite the fact that he had already been dead for almost a decade. See?
To this day, I still have flashbacks of being awakened in the wee hours by the exhortations of Jim and company as they blasted from the refrigerator-size speakers that took up more space than the beds in one of the more notorious rooms down the hall. Apparently volume was crucial to a successful trip, as was repetition, because even now, I can recall the words to that song. To the letter.
Now, with the psychedelic experience often come unusual compulsions, such as the need to undress in public, or at the very least in the company of several of your closest friends and/or acquaintances. Or so I have heard. Of course the streaking craze of the early Seventies had been largely consigned to memory by the time I began my long, hazy journey through academia, though like all exhibitionistic indulgences, it has enjoyed periodic resurgences and upticks in activity ever since.
But as I say, back in the day, it wasn’t widely practiced, other than by a couple of incorrigible undergraduate nudists on campus, more often than not after a long evening of consuming grain alcohol mixed with Kool Aid that was served by the tumbler from a garbage can. Understandable of course. As such, I did spy the occasional exposed member or naked cheek of a weekend evening; however, the practice of stripping down in public was exclusively the domain of the student rather than the faculty.
And so it was with some interest and no little surprise that I happened upon the story of the Michigan State math professor who melted down to such an extent — in the classroom — that he felt compelled to strip completely naked and utterly nude in the middle of a calculus lecture. Now I’m no math whiz, but I’d have to say that if anything could make me lose my grip on reality, not to mention my underthings, it would be having to teach an advanced mathematics class. So I sympathize. Or is it empathize? I can never remember. Anyways…take a look.
What I love about this article is the reference to keeping your socks on by the student in the classroom. If you’ll recall, one of my state’s most colorful scandals involved the charming Eliot Spitzer, aka the “Luv Guv,” who was found to have availed himself of the services of a bevy of sex workers, and subsequently lost his dream job. Like the mad calculus professor, he too preferred to keep his socks on, though if the press accounts are to believed, he lobbied his escorts heavily for unprotected sex. Now that’s a thrill seeker.
Here’s what I don’t get. It wasn’t until Professor Crazy stripped naked that the students became fearful. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems unlikely he could conceal a weapon once he was down to his birthday suit. Who knows, maybe there was a shiv in his sock or a telltale scab on the nether regions that posed an infection risk? Unlikely, you must admit. So why then, would a group of healthy twenty year-olds fear one paunchy un-armed math professor? The photo is a bit grainy, but he’s clearly no Arnold Schwartzenneger.
In fact, a quick scroll through the Facebook would indicate that the youth of today are far less inhibited about being caught naked on film than any previous generation. One might conclude, therefore, that this professor’s little trip to Crazy Town should have been no more traumatic than a night in the frat house for his students. Perhaps it wasn’t the nudity, but the existential crisis that got them all in a lather. Maybe it was the notion that not only can you NOT petition the lord with prayer, but He doesn’t actually exist at all that put them in a tizzy. Or maybe it was just the calculus. Would have done it for me.
Posted on October 4, 2012, in Life and times, The Slattern Speaks and tagged Facebook, Humor, jim Morrison, Kool Aid, Mathematics, Michigan State University, Naked rampage, Nudity. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.
Ok I’ll say it…obviously the students were either scared or frightened by the prof’s weapon.
I was wondering how long it would take for someone to make the sword reference I omitted. Thank you for ending the tension.
yes math…..as in pint-a-day-ray…..
OMG, what was that, like, 100 years ago?
I once saw my grandmother naked and the image haunted me for years. Nothing is more terrifying to the youth of America than an aging body.
You know, I never even thought of that. Mystery solved. Thank you.
OMG! You kill me. A telltale scab on his nether regions that posed an infection risk? Haha and Ack at the same time. When I was in high school my drug-addled, tee-pee-residing, chopper-driving, history teacher got fired for showing the class his latest purchase–a new batch of fruit of the looms. Unfortunately, he was wearing them. Needless to say, he was our favourite teacher. He used to teach that the Bib Michelin mas was a Nazi trying to infiltrate our minds. Highly entertaining and I have never looked at Bib quite the same way since.
That is so utterly strange I don’t even know where to begin.
I would have been totally PSYCHED to get out of Calculus class for a week or so. That class almost killed me freshman year.
That you even took calculus is a testament to…something. For the life of me I don’t know what.
Math drove me crazy when I took it so a professor with all that prolonged exposure should go bats**t crazy isn’t a great reach. I remember streaking. CCSU had one. Yeah, I would have expected more but the local PD was on alert for naked males. Didja notice it’s always a male never a woman? Still listen to the Doors on occasion, just to remember what controlled insanity was like.
Controlled insanity. Now there’s an interesting notion.
I had a calculus teacher who was extremely odd. It wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary him to strip naked in class. One morning he came to class wearing sunglasses with his beard dusted with cocaine. That sort of explained a lot.
Clearly the Math Department was the place to be. Though eccentric to a remarkable degree, the Modern Languages and Classics faculty couldn’t hold a candle to that. Without catching fire anyway.
I think the classics faculty tend to freak out a little more classically, behind closed doors. But if I was a fly on their wall…..
Now you’re going all Kafka-esque on me. Show off!
LOL, yes but what exactly am I showing?? hee hee