Academics are strange birds. They generally have several eccentric views on obscure (or known) subjects that are either completely unknown to the majority of people, or are known but regarded as just plain weird. Along with their odd (in relation to the masses) mental behavior, they have another chief characteristic, which in many ways is far more notable and hilariously delightful, though oft times may come across as rather alarming.

Of course, anyone who has studied at an institute of higher learning, or rather, studied under a life-academician, should have an idea of what I am referring to.

Professorial Attire. Yes, I’m talking, of course, about how the egg-heads dress themselves. Generally, one can almost gauge the brilliance of a teaching PH.D. by the amount of utter disregard they have for style, color, or even neatness. Presumably, these clothing foibles are due to the fact that the Genius in question is far too preoccupied with lofty abstract intellectual suppositions - of course they refuse to waste time and grey matter on matters of mere appearance.

This phenomenon is to be expected, indeed, I offer the above merely as historical background; the thing that has stood out to me this semester is something slightly more rare. I have one of those Great Minds who actually seems to have a rather odd physical characteristic. The right under-arm of this professor has renegade sweat glands that constantly pour forth their progeny with zero regard to atmospheric temperature. The room we meet in is quite cold, but without fail, this man has a tremendous sweat patch obfuscating the fabric beneath and around his right arm.