I just completed an eight-week intensive summer course at the University of Chicago— taking classes ranging from Sociology to Grammar to the Philosophy of Modern Mathematics. My Summer Math T.A. had called to inform me that my Math Professor had received heavy criticism. I was startled. If you asked anyone in our math class this summer, you would have been told it was the best class they have ever taken in their life. It wasn’t that we were learning about math, but we were learning about life—about how life creates math and how math creates life. It was true that he was unconventional, but that was his brilliance. He didn’t mind dancing around in class to explain coordinate geometry or empathize with the students when we did not understand the material. Instead of holding a teacher and student relationship, he made us feel like we were a team working together to understand Math. He invited us into his life and threw away the idea of the stereotypical definition of professionalism (that a Professor should not be friends with their students). We met at coffee shops to discuss math and/or life after class. He studied with us to ensure and created