#theprofessors

You're starting your first year of university varsity basketball, in the locker rooms while you overhear the second and third-years talking on the other side of this row of lockers. "Yeah, if you check the staff registry, Coach Brick's down as Professor Tevis. It's probably 'cus he's got this bodybuilding and physical exercise shit down to a science, but holy hell, the guy's built like a brick shit-house, which I guess is where the nickname comes from."

"Every single dude that ended up on his teams would always bitch about how tough everything was, but they quit their yappin' pretty soon after, since they all started gettin' built up like nothin' you'd ever seen." "Yeah, man, there's just somethin' about your over-800-pound coach tellin' ya what to do that makes ya wanna do it, I guess." Your eyes widen. 800 pounds? Are they serious? ...Who is this guy? You were warned beforehand that there'd always be that buffer of a couple weeks where the new players on the team would get absolutely wrecked and bruised from practices because they couldn't stop staring at Coach Brick... but to think this is the reason, and not just because he's hot...

"Yeah, man... last year's professor sucked ass. Didn't learn anythin', bro. This makes it so easy!"

Administrators were curious as to why the physiology and anatomy curriculum for the university were suddenly being so well-received and end-of-semester scores jumped up nearly 30 points within a single year. They had only recently brought on Dr. Reynolds, as he had such tremendous experience in the medical and surgical fields and wanted to shift his attention to teaching, not thinking anything of his exceptional build (often, doctors will be rather well-built due to using exercise as a stress-relief or habit reinforcement technique, so they just attributed it to his genetics). He was one of the first... 'muscly' professors they brought onto the team.

However, that lack of understanding quickly had light shed on it as one of the more progressive administrators was passing by his classroom, hearing students 'wow'ing and 'aaah'ing, peeking through the glass to see Dr. Reynolds propped up on pushed-together desks, the class groping and feeling his musculature. He could faintly hear the doctor speaking on the muscle groups being felt, encouraging the students to dig their fingers in and feel the muscle groups, learning the contours, as the next test would be their best attempt at redrawing human musculature on a skeleton.