Coach Bob

I have a new Anatomy teacher. His name is Dr. Bob, and he's a chiropractor and massage therapist. He is a Chicagoan - complete with the Irish Catholic background and all of the mannerisms that go along with that. Arright guys? You've gotta know this stuff! Books and notes away - you've got five minutes to pass this quiz!

He walks the walk and talks the talk of a coach. He paces around the room, walks behind people and slaps their notebooks, wears sports jerseys to class, and is a big fan of yoga and thai massage. Wait - did I say big fan of yoga and thai massage?

When I first met him I didn't think I'd last five minutes. I've never liked sports so having a coach for an ANATOMY teacher was a bit of a turn-off. I can do without the machismo.

It turns out I've never been more enthralled with the material and the way it is presented. Dr. Bob is more than a coach it turns out. He leads expeditions to Thailand to learn Thai massage. He is a bit of a feminist (I think). And I just REALLY really like the guy somehow and am more inspired than ever to actually learn this anatomy stuff! First impressions are never accurate.