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Not Your Typical Saturday – April 30th-2
Bob headed down Shattuck Avenue in Berkeley, deciding to not get on the freeway as city traffic patterns between Berkeley and Oakland were quite good. Besides, he liked a particular Coffee Bean store that was down Shattuck. He had avoided coffee before class, as was his custom, so that he would not have a pestering bladder during his lecture. As he drove south toward Oakland, he replayed the class in his mind. The plan had been to discuss new information about the fault lines in California and the dimensions of the earth plates, but minor recent tremors got the class started in a new direction, and Bob decided to let it play out. Although he was a tenured professor and a geologist, Bob felt that he was more importantly a hands-on teacher, one who responded to his students on whatever leve
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