From him I learned my basic physics, probably because he taught it so well. We called him “Brother,” for he was a Marist Brother of the Schools. He spoke with a French-Canadian accent, though he was from Massachusetts. We used to kid him about some of his pronunciations, but he got his subjects (Physics, Chemistry, Geometry, and more) across with class.
It is not every day that you meet a teacher like that, who can make a subject come alive, and make you want to major in it in college. Unfortunately, I was color-blind, and because of things like the spectrometer, colleges don’t educate color-blind physicists.
But he did his job. We didn’t have to use the spectrometer (we didn’t have one) and I got good marks. I still pray for him in gratitude.
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