John’s first encounter with professor Dodja was on a cool
evening in a class of about sixty, when the senior lecturer who was taking hematology
walked in and told the class that the new dean of clinical medicine was a ‘mad
man’, no one believed; the dean on his first visit to them that morning had on
his part stated that he had no respect for anyone and no regard for people, and
that none of their parents could challenge him. He was a new professor and he
clearly wanted attention and wanted to make a name. Being a calm and quiet individual,
John, who was on his part a low key a womanizer; could not have bet that their
parts could cross in the most disastrous way.
In his thoughts, John fancied the professor; in part because
He had this indoctrination that when the good outplays the bad you can ignore
the bad, believing that it might be one for a change. Professor Dodja had a
degree abroad; John thought that he was refined, Dodja also had a poor background, it was a big surprise that
he turned out to be a chip off the old block; arrogant, a cry baby, a
professional dotard with little scope for the progress of the society in which
he found himself. Strange enough, John concluded that Dodja had nothing to
offer the society; Dodja would claim his misinterpretation was to his tone of voice,
a nomenclature for his selfishness and self- centered nature.
John took to heart Dodja’s dogged approach for desire to
catastrophically cut down another person. He openly threatened to remove
students from medical school; his poor mind; an approach for definition of
success as being a doctor. Eventually that day will end with no positive
impression on his part in any student that was present.
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