"untitled number 1"

When I was in about 8th grade until I was in about 10th grade, there was this guy who taught history and geography and such. Anybody who had just seen him in passing was most familiar with the fact that this guy was absolutely massive. He claimed a few times to be around 360 lbs., but he pretty easily could have been larger than that. He also always wore a blue collared shirt, a red necktie, and khaki pants. That was basically all we ever saw him wear, except on casual days, in which he would trade in the blue shirt and tie for a polo shirt, the color of which I can't quite identify. Anyway, that was more or less the only thing you knew about the guy until you actually had him as a teacher for something. You see, he had a style of teaching that could, in the best case, be described as "unusual". In reality, there were definitely days in which there was absolutely no teaching going on. The reason being that this guy had a tendency to go on long, pointless tangents about topics completely unrelated to the subject at hand. These tangents would spawn other tangents and before you knew it, the class would be over and we would have read maybe two sentences in the book. Naturally, we all thought it was hilarious and would make it a daily goal to see how far away we could get him to stray from the actual lesson. Most of the time, this wasn't that hard. Simply asking a simple question on the subject early on in the lesson would get him going. Sometimes, he would manage to return to the original lesson, and sometimes he wouldn't. You could never really predict what was going to come out of his mouth. For example, one time he went on a 20-minute-long tirade on macaroni and cheese. That was the most memorable moment we had (at least as far as my class was concerned). After he was fired from the school (take a wild guess as to why) I was frequently asked by my peers to recite this story, as I had the gist of it memorized (albeit, I abridged it for future retellings). To this day, I don't quite understand why or how he received a teaching position. I'll be honest, he just wasn't a good teacher. Aside from the lack of actual teaching going on, he was prone to semi-frequent bouts of yelling and made several comments to people which, while not explicit harassment, were very close to the edge. Overall, he just didn't seem fit for teaching to me. And yet, I remember more about his classes than I do many of my other classes around that same time, which is weird to me since, as I've said before, most of his classes were just long, tireless rambling about nothing in particular...

...kind of like this thing I just wrote.