Chapter 10: The Student
"I'm guessing your day went by as usual." Arthur looked up to see Cobb doing his usual routine, getting ready to go home.
"Well, there was one student who had the guts to raise a question."
"That seems intriguing, considering that a lot of students take philosophy for granted since it's just a minor subject. I mean they are natural science majors."
"Yeah, but this particular student of mine had a 99 for her Prelim grade. Needless to say she is intelligent, and although this is just one of her endearing qualities she somewhat intimidates me."
Arthur looked up from his paperwork and stared at Cobb. "Dom, over the years we have encountered a great variety of students. What makes her so different?"
Cobb sounded agitated. "Arthur, beauty is deception. But this girl, she is pretty and smart. Not just pretty smart. And a quick glance at her and her eyes will give away her thirst for knowledge. And I have a feeling she would be a challenge. She asks too many questions for her own good."
"Come on, Cobb. Don't get so wrapped up in this. Think about it, you'll just have three months more with her in your class and it's all good. It's a good thing she asks questions, because honestly not many students give a shit about what you teach."
"Arthur, you always had the talent for being so blunt. Anyway I gotta go. Mal's making steak and potatoes. And we're having peach cobbler for dessert."
"And you, Cobb, have a talent for making me jealous."
Cobb laughed. "Anyway, see you later, man."
And as usual, Arthur planned to work until his brain would physically give up on him.