I had Nate as a professor for at least five classes. When the semester ended for one of the classes, I asked Nate how I did. He replied, “You deserved an A, but I?m giving you a B.” “Why,?” I asked. “I thought it’d be good for you.”One particular semester, the University issued an edict that there was to be a WRITTEN (the University’s emphasis) final exam in each class. I was taking one of Nate’s acting classes, and Nate acknowledged to the class that he was required to give us the requisite WRITTEN exam, which he said would consist of definitions. When asked to define “through-line,” I said that it was the final line of the play, because once that line was said, the play was through. That may have been the class where I got the B instead of an A.
