| I
was taking my last history requirement this
quarter and, to my shocked enjoyment, Alan
Rickman was the teacher. He was strict but fair
and I really wanted to do well in the class. I
was sitting toward the back but he was one of
those teachers who walked throughout the
classroom as he lectured and asked questions. My notes were blank... or may have had a
couple sentences scribbled down. He walked up
behind me and asked a question. After a couple
pauses to get my thoughts together, I actually
came up with something intelligent to say. He
complimented me on an insightful reply and moved
on... I was immensely relieved and smiled to
myself.
While I was sitting in the
class, I remember thinking that, if I closed my
eyes and just heard his voice, I could imagine
Professor Snape was my teacher... and I'd have to
mention that in my journal.
Mmmm... Snape....
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