Last night my More Nerdy Teacher (I have two who switch off each week) had some difficulty explaining a concept that confused most of the class. I raised my hand to offer some information I remember reading in a book.

"That's totally different," he snapped. "And that did not help the discussion at all."

I sat there stunned. Did my mega-geek teacher just shut me down?

"Well, it (the idea) helped me...(Bitch)" I replied. (I didn't really call him a Bitch).

I stewed until the break when I unloaded on my friend who found the whole exchange high-larious.

"I think he just likes to hear himself talk," she said

I went back to my seat after the break imagining the scathing reviews I would write of his teaching skills at the end of the quarter. Have you heard of the Socratic method? Have you heard of "teaching?" It's not all about knowing the subject, you also need a strong dose of Give-A-Shit-tuitiveness, along with a passion for the subject. I considered yawning through the rest of his spark-killing lecture, but decided that I paid too much for the class not to try to learn something. However, it never got boring because I had the opportunity to watch my teacher have a meltdown.

First he got a leg cramp in mid-lecture.

"Ow, my leg just cramped up," he announced to the class.

We all waited for it to subside as he sat rubbing his leg. Then he began a stream of babble that seemed to bore even him. As people played with their phones, nodded off, or just spaced out he seemed to come to life in a sort of human, endearing, Anthony Michael Hall kind of beaten down, yet, still kicking way. But even Anthony Michael Hall didn't implode. It didn't take long to realize that his Teacher Act was over, he had ripped off the mask when he slammed his student.

He tried to wrap the class up twenty minutes before it was supposed to end. By that time I had forgotten about the scathing reviews, and found myself rooting for him to pull himself together. He had fried himself in his own pan of know-it-all nerdness.

I always felt that it was my responsibility to make sure justice was served in life. That's a really fucking tiring job. So glad I don't have to do it anymore.

Just for today, nerd karma lives.