Here comes a tall, striking, young man with his small black briefcase with it’s one inch wide strap buckled around his chest, his chest, which sure looks like overflowing with all his rejoice of listening to music early in morning with a mouthful of his stimulating coffee still on his bathing gown……. That small bag has his day in it. All his activities, his schedules.. lets say that its his record-book. Puts his heavy chunk on the table and snatches his SNOWMAN written board pen and starts those black, green, red and sometimes blue words… No one notes that down. It’s just the activities that are going to be done in that period of 75 minutes. I hear sounds from all around me, “oh god this 75 minutes”, “boring” and so on. …. But no one there around me knows that there is one of them around them waiting for that 75 minutes for hours and may be sometimes days. I am attracted towards his each and every activity and everything seems so reasonable. I am sure there is a reason behind his schedule-writing on the board before he delivers something. And also a good reasoning behind his eloquent voice. Such a flow of words that easily strikes my mind and never get out again. That might be the reason behind by good grades in chemistry. Though he goes with all the equations on the board and all those boring chemical names and chemistry around himself.. With his unique sense of humor he adds, “Who wants to go through purgatory if you can sneak into the heaven easily” and gives an idea of weird formulae of memorizing something. No one laughs when he delivers this sentence but at every other sentence that has unique meaning to its knowledge. He looks like he is in his early 20’s. But I am pretty sure he is older than he looks. One more thing I like about him is that he doesn’t know anybody’s name. I am sure if I say HI when I see him somewhere else, he won’t recognize me. I am quite surprised by how his brain works but still he has no interest in my name, not even if I get that 100 point out of 100, with 10 extra credit points totaling into 110. He doesn’t even know that that’s me who got that grade. Ask any questions, I am sure he will answer you with all his confidence and you will never have the same query again. But still my stupid classmates find him boring. Their presence makes me feel if his strength of his morning coffee is weakened and my soulful respect towards him is left behind their beliefs. He works… he really does. He is really worth my honor. I admire him not coz he answers my questions and I get good grades but because he leaves me with soothing sentiments for rest of the day. I am sure everyone else is waiting to the end of the fall 2006 but trust me I am not. He makes my day. I wake up every Monday and Wednesday with unique feeling and I have never had a bad Monday or Wednesday this semester.