Chapter 9I heard the patter of tennis shoes rush past the door and then squeak to a stop. It was a student running late to class through the vestibule on the west side of Lawson Hall. She came in the door of room 101 and stared at the apparition at the front of the room. Her face quickly changed from the typical SIU bored/skeptical expression to mind-blowing surprise. It was quite an amusing change, but what was taking place at the lectern was even more amusing.
“Look! I told you that a polynomial cannot be divided like this! I mean, how many times do I have to tell you that?” Mr. Fader was standing wild haired and bug eyed at the lectern in the half-empty hall. There were smudges of chalk dust on the black patches of his dung-colored jacket, his thin brown tie was askew on his w
