The day that set me on the path to a minor course of study was like any other day in my college career. I was in the middle of class and needed to excuse myself to the ladies room. As I passed by classrooms on the way to the restroom, I saw a man who can only be described as a raving lunatic – half lecturing, half screaming, bounding across the classroom while literally tearing his hair out at the same time. I knew that whatever he was lecturing on, he was very passionate about.
That same week, I witnessed him pick up a desk and throw it across the room. I waited until the students filed out of the classroom and asked one for the name of the class. It turns out that it was a Penology class