I enter the clinical psychology classroom and sit at the back. I look around and don’t recognize anyone, which means I’m probably the only cognitive psychology graduate student taking this class. I know absolutely nothing about clinical psychology. This should be interesting.
The professor, Jerome L. Singer, walks in and takes his spot at the front of the classroom. I watch him sort through some books. He looks confused for a moment, then a recognition comes across his face and he smiles. Immediately, I like him. I don’t know why, but I feel a connection. Something about his quirkiness.
He welcomes the first-year graduate students and then proceeds to tell a thirty-minute story about how he met his wife during ...