Poor prof...

The professor stood at the front of the room. Speaking to the class, he wondered aloud if his words had fallen on deaf ears.



The chatter in the class continued like a thousand filthy rats scurrying for a block of cheese. This was not the chatter of an engaged body of students. It was the racket of disengaged students, their hands scurrying across their keyboards, unaware of their professor's plea for respect.

Again, the professor searched desperately for acknowledgment.

Silence.

Looking out at the room in front of him, the professor saw 20 deer, their eyes frozen as if caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

He could have responded with a verbal collision; a confrontation that would have surely brought blood. Instead he stayed calm, took control of the wheel and swerved past his dumbfounded audience.

At last someone responded.

"I just like to listen."